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by Maple Tree Mar 1, 2018
Sadness, depression /
Expressions rage cross my face
while fingers tap away on counter tops,
time bombs within my life have been
unbearable, still I stand within puddles;
before my feet.
I wear protection like a crown
shrouded by stubbornness,
because how else could I survive;
In this city.
Nobody knows my child is dying
(unless I tell them), as they stare at me,
while wiping their child's nose;
I want to cry.
Strangers assume I'm happy
while I shuffle through these streets
adorned in an ivory scarf and pink sneakers,
I'm not the only mother who aches
so bad that her nails sting from anxiety...
but I sure do feel alone.
I'm gutted, empty and helpless
and yet I continue to walk by old churches
that haunt me, wave hello to bank tellers
and help little old ladies across the street;
because it's the only way I'm going to
get through this nightmare alive.
Congrats on your win, Andrea <3
by C Cattaway
Really beautifully written.
Congratulations on the win.
Congratulations on the win. Best wishes to you and your family.
Wonderfully sad, Andrea. Congratulations for the win beautiful.