Mother, Friend.

When I sit in caverns deep,

In darkness knit by life’s defeats,

As disappointment wears me thin,

I look above and light streams in.


You lift me up from puddles vast,

Remind me from whom I was cast,

With wisdom and commitment true,

You build me up and push me through.


With earnestness, your ears do hear,

Your shoulders broad, they bear my fear,

You do not judge or reprimand,

Your sole desire, to lend your hand.


And when I’m reaching for the sky,

You embolden, lift me high.

My ally and great devotee,

You spread my wings, then set me free.

Painful Reflection

Mirrors are broken by painful reflections;

You see me with eyes closed.

Your shards of glass cut me deeply;

Unforgivingly, they slice across wounds.

Bitterly, you speak a biased regret,

Killing beautiful memories which held promise

Of healing and gratitude.