She sacrificed who she was
so parts of her could live.
Her dreams, her heart,
her hope, her body,
her sanity.
So her two little girls could
dream big, work hard, and climb high.
Sometimes they feel her ache
through their chipped bones.
It's loose gravel raveling,
a hushed and brittle, crisp lucid, like a heart splintering to the brink of collapse.
The tear of an acute wound that blisters unnoticed, soothed by a rickety foundation.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
