Sometimes even mom gets tired or the load gets too heavy.
For ever she's carried not only her own thoughts, feelings,
illness and shrouded pains,
but she's beared the family burdens so others could sleep more easily.
If the children cried, the mother heart hurt,
no matter the age of the child.
If her partner took ill, she felt the pain.
The weight of these things pushes her down from above
while at the same time
she feels the strong pull of the earth's gravity
sucking her closer and closer to the ground
and she can no longer run
and she is stuck
and she is tired.
I'm so fucking tired!
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Visions of Ultraviolet
PoetryA glimpse into my mind and soul. Sometimes dark, sometimes light. Various pieces of prose written in a variety of forms throughout my lifetime in no particular orderly fashion or timeline. I write them on the spot, take days or find them as I unpack...
