Beautifully broken

Broken but stil beautiful

She always looked broken,

I couldn't bear to see.

Slowly keeling over,

Like she were a wilting willow tree.

A shell of a person is what she had become,

Drowning her sorrows in a bottom of rum.

I hated seeing her drunk, she thought I didn't know,

I found her stash of liquor, I was ready to throw.

I couldn't do it at first though,

Why, because It was her only happy time,

On this mountain that was life, she was unable to climb.

I missed the old her, when she felt more whole

Everything she did back then was with her heart and soul.

As a kid I never knew, ignorance was bliss,

Her feelings she would cover up, I sit back and reminisce.

Now She's an angel with broken wings,

Just a violin with damaged strings.

I hope and pray that with time this will pass,

Although she seems to be out of gas.

She deserves to be happy and feel a sense of calm,

Despite it all, I love her with all my heart,

she will always and forever be my mom.

Just know there is hope,

With care and support, it is possible to cope.

This is for all the people struggling with mental illness and their loved ones.

There is light at the end of the tunnel. You are not alone.