Lonely child I was
I asked why I was not enough
to lift her sorrows
when I saw my mother linger in the dark
broken body
             body devoid of broken mind

imploring to forget
drinking herself away
yearning to feel a little less

mother who's fragile arms could never lift me
mother who in her sadness could not see past her own void
mother who fought valiantly against her own pain

has managed to forget everything
including me

how i wish i could have understood