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May 2014
My mother is my most absolute treasure
The most amazing of all or any creature
She has hidden herself at the bottom of the sea
She is holding herself out, and waiting up for me
Our minds are one alike,
but I won't give up
I am determined to repeat this rhyme
But not in the same way - she tried
And failed without recognition
She set her soul on fire,
And no one she knew was with her
She is trapped inside her own mind
She is so intuitive, with thoughts too fine
Intercepting and accepting things of the unknown
Of secret entities she unknowingly invites into her home
And tries to get along with
Every single day
She tries to make them her friends
But then they linger longer, and try to stay
She has been force fed pills her whole teenage life
And still continues to take them
She is told every time she is supposed to "embrace" them
My mother is going to be 42 years old
The government is holding her to this unrighteous mold
It is deteriorating her inner most being
They are telling her she's crazy
But they have no idea what she is hearing!
She called ME last night asking me if I was hearing voices
And she's done this before,
I used to ignore it
Surprisingly I was, I thought I was speaking to the Holy Spirit
Or some form of her, my very own mother
BEFORE I was told she had some sort of what they call a mental illness
Before I understood this different part of her..
Which by the way no one ever told me
She has had this problem only a few years after I was born
And I didn't figure it out until I was seventeen
So again, she calls me,
I think I've been speaking to her supposed lost spirit
But my mom was never gone
I had to open my mind and realize this
She just started to accept this intuitivenss
So, she asks me again if I have been hearing voices
I repeat myself, 'Yeah mom, I have"
Just so you know it wasn't that I was hearing voices,
I have been going through something similar
Accepting my own intuitiveness
Trying to climb the same pillar
She asks me this question,
If I have another mother
Do I have another mother?
I reply --- no I cry, "Of course not mom, I love you"
"What is this about? How is it that you knew"
She said sometimes some things just 'zip' though her mind
She has to address them
Especially when her only daughters state of reality is on the line
She screams back at me, it gets the best of her
"WHY DO YOU NEED TO LISTEN, WHY DO YOU NEED ANOTHER MOTHER"
She hangs up on me
I couldn't help but call her back
She acted so normal
As if what just happened wasn't real
And I don't blame her, I couldn't believe it myself
So I brought it back up
I let her know
I thought it was her
I thought it was her soul
Mom, I was listening for you
My one and only mother
My one and only star
My one and only protector
My one and only that birthed me into this earth
The one who looks at me,
And sees nothing but all I'm worth
I am her chosen one
I am her only one
We are sharing this same 'What ever you want to call it'
You can call me a Psychic,
Or tell me I'm schizophrenic
I will tell you right now I am fine
I want to deal with this
What every happening to me is so divine
My mom and I are one alike
So intuitive with thoughts too fine
But together we will fight this battle
Together we can build this mantel
And I will fight with her,
Because she fights for me
She's fighting for it ever day
And yet the world still thinks she's crazy
River Moon Willow
Written by
River Moon Willow  Omaha, Ne
(Omaha, Ne)   
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