I go about my day
good mother that I am
No one understands
How when I stop moving
cooking
helping
cleaning
teaching
hugging
mending little hearts
No one can understand
How my own heart is longing
craving
missing
cracking
splitting
not quitting
yet breaking
No one knows of my secret pain
buried deep inside
within fissures of steaming earth
My passion fighting
to be released
from my burning skin
My heart beats out twigs and soil
as it clamours to be loved
My hands reach out
to the stars
into the void of endless want
Help me, heavens above
My empty lips implore
Let my prayers be
answered, too
I want more
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
I go about my day
good mother that I am
No one understands
How when I stop moving
cooking
helping
cleaning
teaching
hugging
mending little hearts
No one can understand
How my own heart is longing
craving
missing
cracking
splitting
not quitting
yet breaking
No one knows of my secret pain
buried deep inside
within fissures of steaming earth
My passion fighting
to be released
from my burning skin
My heart beats out twigs and soil
as it clamours to be loved
My hands reach out
to the stars
into the void of endless want
Help me, heavens above
My empty lips implore
Let my prayers be
answered, too
I want more
Poetry is a way to release the deeper emotions that we might otherwise hold in. I am not sad 24 hours a day. I am busy and am thankful to have a life filled with positive things. I know how to feel joy. However...sometimes sadness and pain still exist..and it must be expressed..thank goodness for writing, for the power of expression and for being able to share with other writers.
