Last moments are everything.
The last time I saw my mom,
Before they took me away,
For the second time,
Will always replay,
In my head.
There was an eerie calmness,
To the earier morning,
Which was werid,
Consdering today my mom had to show up in corut.
I remember the bigger deatails,
Rather than the smaller ones.
Like asking my mom to,
Pick me up from school,
and rushing out the door,
So I wouldn't be late.
One things I wished I remembered,
Was my mom's face,
Before I got out of the car.
I wish I had that image,
To get me through my first night,
In a stranger home,
Once again.
There is always the calm,
Before the storm.
The one moment,
Where everything feels perfect.
A moment in which you are so happy,
You feel like you are going to explode.
A moment that signifies something horrible.
And heart wrenching ,
Is bound to happen.
That morning that I was taken,
I remeber smiling,
Thinking everything was going to be,
Okay.
I wish I could just hold onto that feeling,
Instead of never trusting happiness,
When I feel it.
That last moment,
I saw my mom,
I remeber being proud,
Because I thought I knew,
She was done with drugs.
I thought I knew,
Me and her,
Were forever.
I thought I understood,
That bad times,
Always have good endings,
But I was wrong.
The last moment,
Is the one moment,
I can't forget,
The one moment,
I could never forgive,
For playing my heart,
and making me believe,
That everything was going to be,
Okay.
This is a tribute to anyone who cane remeber the calm before the storm.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
