I'm not brave like you
to open a chest of drawers...

The tender hug
that feeds a fading heart...

Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...

Lost I am within a
blue world, unable to...

Thousands of hooves race across, ridden by dark...
Hurling lightening spears upon greedy mortals...

Lashing tongues
and unforgettable stings...

Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...

Happiness grows and comes to play
but draws back into a dark cage...

She takes me into her welcoming wings
When depression blooms like joyful spring...

A cycle of gloom
among wishes bloom...

Torrents of feelings she unleashes
throwing unfelt anger at his presence...

Mother is what she has always been to me
Over the years showing and teaching many a thing...