God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
On Paper
On Paper
I write thoughts down on paper.
To keep from working overtime my mind must let things out.
Isn’t it in my favor?
I dare not scream and shout.
Loved ones must be tired of me…I am selfish I suppose.
But when I write the words down I’m not nearly as depressed.
They must think what...oh no…not her again…we’re exhausted doesn’t she know?
Maybe things would be easier if I just kept quiet…I guess.
Honestly…I am tired too. But if I quit…can I continue?
I hope their love is strong enough to tell me to stop…enough.
Stop all this writing. Leave us alone we have another venue.
Are they afraid to say those words? Do they think I am that tough?
For me to stop right now is hard…but I’ll stop sending them my feelings.
I must ride this out…this ritual…of penning all my doubts.
This action will allow me to reach that final step by healing.
If I do that…I know…I can live with much more than I ever thought.
I write thoughts down on paper.
To keep from working overtime my mind must let things out.
Isn’t it in my favor?
I dare not scream and shout.
Loved ones must be tired of me…I am selfish I suppose.
But when I write the words down I’m not nearly as depressed.
They must think what...oh no…not her again…we’re exhausted doesn’t she know?
Maybe things would be easier if I just kept quiet…I guess.
Honestly…I am tired too. But if I quit…can I continue?
I hope their love is strong enough to tell me to stop…enough.
Stop all this writing. Leave us alone we have another venue.
Are they afraid to say those words? Do they think I am that tough?
For me to stop right now is hard…but I’ll stop sending them my feelings.
I must ride this out…this ritual…of penning all my doubts.
This action will allow me to reach that final step by healing.
If I do that…I know…I can live with much more than I ever thought.
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