4 a.m

mother

to my mother;

i wish i could heal your tired bones and your seemingly permanent bags that lie under your sea blue eyes.

i wish i could do more to help you feel less sad.

i shouldn't have seen you cry so much, it hurts me too see you so hurt.

i wish could be a better daughter, i wish i could make you happier.

things have been rough the past 2 years and i could have done more to make the weight lighter on your ever so frail shoulders.

but i promise from now on i will help things get better.

i will help you see the brighter side of the continuous thunder storm.

i will be there when you grieve.

i will stop hurting, and make it my own task for you to stop hurting.

things seem like they're never going to turn out well.

but i promise you mum, i will help you too feel okay again.

- m.hallett