Missing pieces

Missing pieces

there was a time,

when everything was thirst quenching,

refreshing,

and rejuvenating.

it was when i was a child.

innocence had a quiet layer on my eyes.

i wish i was still blind

we struggled with nothing,

but we had each other.

and God was on our side,

yes God was

but depending and living day to day...

with a stronghold on her.

i could survive without my mothers love.

but i never new that sadness,

to the point of wanting to end her life,

kept her,

forming the gap,

until she found someone to fill the void.

this man came with a slight displace,

disgraced,

but kept hidden.

with a limp and a shameful disposal,

he took on the role of a martyr,

with my mother clenching his side.

i never understood him cause he never let his guard down.

pride hardened him,

fearing weakness.

but he had his own battles in his mind.

he thought only a substance could cure it.

we were missing peaces

shifting from one to another.

the sad-happy dysfunctional.

deep love and shallow minds

missing pieces running blind.

nothing can take away my desire to see better days.

wanting love for the outsider.

healing words of admittance,

could take us so far.

i will never let go.

because i still have faith.