I wrote this exactly one month after my mom's
passing... Let me know what you think!!!!!
After a month
I am tired of smiling
Tired of crying
At times tired of living
Yet not prepared for dying
I am tired of acting cheerful
And oh so very bright
Acting like sunshine
but feeling like night
I want to have a fit
To cry scream and shout
Will they think I’m crazy
I’m sure there’s no doubt
I want to throw myself
down on the floor
I wonder to myself,
Oh God how much more
Cant things go back to how they were once before
Is there any way to shut the now open door
This draft is too cold
It bites at my heart
I know when it started
But when does it stop
KNH
7/13/2009
