Series Of Poems And Free-Write

Is That You?

It’s quite weird to see you like this all the time.

There was a time everyone knew you as this strong independent person that needed no one. You were always happy, you always picked yourself off the ground. You were some people heros. Some of us wanted to be like you, some of us just looked up to as an inspiration. Your smile made everyone happy, you would joke around like everything was going ok.

You use to show how proud you were of us all the time. Some us had stories that lived up to the legend about you. Everything we heard just had to be true.

But were they really?

Some of us saw the truth. Some of us had to live with what was really there. We don’t know what happened.

Did you give up?
Did you want a break from being on the top?
Was something just too overwhelming?

We wanted answers, but we never got them. We just saw a decline. You didn’t smile anymore. You didn’t pay any attention to us. It’s like you lost a part of you. We lost a part of you. Everything was black and white. Everything was dark. It scared us, it worried us. We just wanted you to be ok.

Were you ok?

You really had your days. There was no light in those eyes. There was no sweet tone to your voice. It always seemed like everything was a struggle again. It was like a never ending avalanche.

BUT

Sometimes it seems like I see the flicker of light. Sometimes it seems like I can see the smile again. Sometimes the days have color to them. I thought you had given up; we almost gave up. We were letting go of that thread, but somehow we hopped right back on for a quick second.

Sometimes I think I actually see the person everyone talked about for years. Sometimes I think everything will be ok. Sometimes I see that person I once looked up to, that one that never let anything struck her, the one that held herself up, the one that was once my hero. I missed her, and I hope one day I can come home and see that again.

Is that you mom?"