I dreamt of my mother 

  

I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.

My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.

I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.

The Morning After

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To all my friends feeling pain at the moment, near or far. 

Denial

I blink back the tears
As the stinging starts
From inside me I can feel
My eyes redden as pools
Of water well up
And start to overflow
I swallow and try to deny
The pain inside of me