My body most of all is aching
My head and mind feel far away...

A figure of her presense
A face, yet in disguise...

I don't want this disturbed image
Shown. Exposed to furnished finish...

Mirror, mirror speak to me
Bring truth to my lost eyes...

A man walks, his clothes all torn
He looks at me, his face is worn...

Monday mornings
What a bummer...

For nine months you carried me
In your womb I slept away...

The pain, the loss, and all the cries,
I kissed those memories good-bye...

Exchange a few words, I don't mind
I'm conscious of what they may find...

I am falling through a dark tunnel
As I shut myself from all the rest...

Dear _______ ,
Are these words enough? I hope they are...

Mom she will never know this or understand
When was in trouble she held out her hand...