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I'm My Mothers Son Tomorrow I'll Be Standing On My Feet
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I Hate The World ! my mother raised a boy that could rise up again
after getting knocked down an stand on his own
but she never prepared the man for the pain to come
imagine a pain so deep down inside
that it can not be summarized in vocal words
you simply write them down time an time again
but there never enough
it never say's enough
there's a pain that touches you right down to
your toes
a numbness that takes over you'r brain
a feeling nothing is going to be the same again
can't eat
can't sleep
can't dream without the demons fucking with your head
my heart will never let you go mom
I'll never say good bye
my heart is a vault now locked up tight
with everyone I've lost along the way
I'm scared to let people in
I'm terrorfied I can no longer rise up an fight
against the pain
But I'm My Mothers Son
Tomorrow I'll Be Standing On My Feet
~ D Donner ~
Sorry
again for your pain ...I can only sympathize. We all know the pain of loss. It definitely sucks. Not much anyone can do but try to be supportive.
My mom tsught me the same.
My mom tsught me the same. Pain is something you push through and process. Loved the cutseword ib there too. Rrally brought the poem into a focus of understanding the frustration and incapacity to properly expulse it with words though even if you find the right words ever ot wouldnt dissapear I dont think. :) on to tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. .. hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
The Big Boo Hoo
From time to time I cry the huge heaving breath abating cry and let is go deep to the wounded places. It comes back, the evil, the ills, the errors and the overall bad shit, but it's a pressure release valve, weeping. Jesus wept and I no longer think I can cure the world - or mend it, certainly not redeem it with words or deeds. Humanity has agonies: wars, poverty, injustices ecetera etcetera etcetera that are unparelleled. And I am not facing death by cross, but a few tears for me once in a while keeps me going ~peace to all who need and seek it Go ahead and cry. Rebirth is possibly post tears. ~ Stella
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