A mother's pain

I wrote a poem about Mark just trying to cope 

Title: A mother's pain

I love you! I love you with my soul 

Which is why when I see that distant glare in your eyes ,it causes my heart pain

Once full of life I see you slipping away

mentally into a silent death growing cold

And there is nothing I can do!

It hurts to love you 

I keep seeing a funeral of the child I once had, now grown into a man. Drums playing, Weeping, and finally a Hurst. When I gave birth to you this is not how in my head our lives was rehearsed. 

I am in between, I am in tug of war, hanging on to the person you were and the one you could be.

Only saving you it isn't up to me. I sometimes rewind and take trips in the back my mind of, a baby me holding you 

looking into your eyes and stroking tiny hands and feet.  

You art the artwork of God ,  you are a present.

A gift if you will

Only presently the gift 

Somehow got tainted, by life and living

I beg with tears in my eyes to hold on to life and love will guide 

Life is a gift from God above to fall in love with yourself each and every day. 

I am a mother

a doctor

Lawyer

Comforter

Healer 

I don't know any other way to be

I love you so much my child that I'm losing me 

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 Inside I cry softly. People made me feel underserving. 

When in reality, they didn't deserve me.

A Mother's love

Poem title: A Mother's love

Written by: Luchetta(cookee) manus  2021

Sleep depervation

Joy comes in the morning the songstress sings yet to me feels more like mourning.

My dead past taunting me pulling on my heart strings. He is crafty. With the knowledge of using the only thing to manipulate me. The soul I birthed. The light which gives me life. This night seems to go on forever. Days end so suddenly. When you playing, plotting, deciding when I can see my light. I allow my limbs to go numb to survive the sensitivity. To make it through the hours and days of broken connection with my light. My light, was the product of a mistake I made way back in time. I loved  the wrong person. Loving someone who never loved me. I was disposable necessity. The irony. The shadows of this evening are lit with hope as the sun comes up in the morning. Some days feels like sun comes up in my mourning. One day this will all be over and these lost years will feel like mere moments

Mental health

Poem Title: Mental Health

Written By: Luchetta (Cookee)

December 29, 2021

Half empty jars.

Half full jars.

Either way the jar is missing fulfillment.

half full is still not full.

half empty is still not empty.

something is still missing.

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