Being A Mother

There lays a tiredness inside of me It aches and screams, yearns to be free Pulsating worries vibrates up through my weakening spine Knocking the depths of my crown and mind Eyes so swollen and dry they no longer cry The soul is shattered it cannot abide Daylight passes so quickly as I sleep and

Daily torment

Free falling through darkly spunWeb of unknown,screaming againstthe chattering hawks and preying blackened empty headless chickens:Daily torment.

Beneath the heavens

Love froze in my heart by the dormant mother imposed. The body lies still beneath the cold Winter’s snows. Silence exposed, silence erodes, secrets whisper cry dark sorrows. So somber my soul, so empty my heart, watery orbs streams my harrows. Who lays at the grave, who avoids all fear. Underneath the cold baron earth

Teen pregnancy and homeless

Today I celebrate my eldest sons birthday, he is 25 years old. I thought the day would feel joyous but instead I reflected and cried. My tears are for all my struggles and adversity that I have faced. It was 25 years ago that I was made homeless, kicked out of the family home for