Dear Mom

I'm trying to pick up the pieces

That you left with me

When you stepped away from time.

~o0o~

I'm trying to not repress

The emotions that set us free,

But this perpetual emptiness robs me blind.

~o0o~

They say that most sad poetry

Loses deepest meaning

When it starts to rhyme.

~o0o~

Even artists have bigotry;

You find them leaning

On words that are less than kind.

~o0o~

But these words have meaning to me;

I have to get them off of my chest.

You once said that my writing makes me unique…

~o0o~

I wish I could tell you about the people I'll meet.

I wish I could show you that I can be the best.

I wish you could still hold me.

~o0o~

I wish that wishing worked this way;

That I'd get my wish on the first try.

Maybe then… Things wouldn't be so very bleak…

~o0o~

At the end of the day, my wishes fade

Into my pillow with the tears I cry.

Mom, I wish you could see what I see.