I look back. I read the written- Solid black
In-erasable, unforgettable, lain out on the rack.
The flow of memories- guilt and regret
Fabricating more and more, wanting to forget.
On a silent night, the over-thinking starts
The flow of fluctuating emotions imparts
Pain builds up, as I learn yet another lesson
The meaning of life- meaning of depression.
Physiological-Breathing, living, eating
Food that is far from completing
Health that could not just come
I thank you God everyday- I succumb.
Safety- a home, a bed, a blanket
Everything I've wanted- I admit
Taking them for granted, never looking
At the world I was loathing.
Love and Belonging- ever so demanding
For my family and friends are so withstanding
More than anything I could have ever been awarded
Their love and care, could not have been prerecorded.
Esteem- confidence and acceptance
Attributed to you mother-"Make sense,
Speak up and never be ashamed."
I learned to stand up to things I claimed.
Morality- righteous, cordial
I was taught never to be full
A warm-heart is forever half bare
For it can take more people into its heir.
The pain I feel is my lesson
To test my strength-will it lessen?
Hoping for more than I have- that
Will be a fantasy-completely flat.
This is reality, this is life, this is where I survive
This is where I should be alive.
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This poem is dedicated to my mother. Thank you mom for being there for me, for taking care of me and for wanting me to be happy. I won't let you down.
