How did I feel?
How did I feel, how did I feel?
I felt like a shit ton of bricks just collapsed on my chest.
I felt like I was very suddenly out of breath.
I felt like my lungs stopped working for a minute.
I felt like my heart was beating faster every second.
I felt like I'd be sweating forever.
I felt like I wanted to cry and cry and cry until I became dehydrated.
They fucking told me to spend the day with someone I loved.
To say good bye before the fucking death trial.
The fucking nerve of them.
Who did I spend my last possible day with?
It's no question at all to me.
I spent the day with my mom.
The person who loves me the most,
The person who I am closest to.
Sure I had friends I wanted to see.
But no one could fucking compare to my mom.
I came home and collapsed,
And my mom did what any mom would do.
She was there for me, through and through.
She gave me the best day ever
Like she promised she would.
They say my smile is like hers.
Like a rainbow after a hurricane of tears.
That next day
I tried to remember
Every single detail
About my mom
So that I would remember her correctly.
If I died I wanted to remember her the way she was:
Beautiful,
Strong (both mentally and physically),
Interesting,
Complicated,
Untouchable,
And if you even looked at me crossly
She would beat you up so much
Your grandkids would feel it.
'Cause that's the way she was.
I wanted to remember that...
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Blessed to Cursed
PoetryWritten by Fawn Young, Chosen One for the Blacks 2420 In "The Battle Across the Universe" Fawn Young becomes a writer. She writes a couple poetry books. This is one of them. It's written after the events in "The Battle of the Races", but before the...
