Poetry~ by M.M.K (ereader iphone .TXT) 📕

she Repeats, repeats, repeats.

"I wanted to be a stay at home Mama."

Her southern drawl leans with her tired body.

My world unravels at the seams of the skyline as she trembles.

She is the mother of four daughters.

She raised them alone.

All the pretty girls were fed,

asleep,

safe,

loved,

and

She whispered her love,

As she walked into the night,

to give them everything.

She built a life for us,

with her heart and we never knew.

It has been twenty one years, And now she begs for rest.

My paradise is shattered.

Emotions have ravished its tropical shore,

Tearing out the trees and permanently

Crushing the stars,

Tearing up the moon and its Dancing beams of silver light.

My inextinguishable sun burns on.

You taught me to love, and my love for you

Is the glowing sun in the remains.

It cannot be extinguished.

You are tired.

You have given too much of yourself.

Your sacrifice is seen.

I will build a sky for you now,

Place all the stars in place,

Calm the roaring winds,

Silence the crashing waves.

It is time for quiet.

It is time for rest.

My mind is at War and the Demons within are winning.

They were born for battle.

They do not kill, but only take prisoners.

Their shadows haunt and surround.

They whisper of my doubts, fears, and weakness.

Their voices wrap around my chest.

My heart fights to escape, it sings its song of surrender.

The Demons refuse to relent, as they watch me beg.

Trapped in the War against myself.

My mind is an Ocean.

It can be clear and calm.

No storm can change its serenity.

On the worst of days,

It can drag me under its icy depths.

My illness is the water filling my lungs.

My sickness is the storm that will be my demise,

If I do not fight.

My hands are reaching,

I find no comfort in this Mind of Demons and Waves of Torment.

I disconnect,

As I begin to drown.

I listen to my Demon’s sweet Elegy.

With whispers of love.

My solider brings me back.

He holds me and pushes the Demons away,

I sink, but he pulls me back to shore.

I am safe in that warmth.

That moment of peace,

Tells me everything I need.

I am outnumbered by this sickness,

But I have an army to help me fight.

Text: Writing belongs to M.M.K, and may not be distributed in any other way.
Images: I do not claim that any photographys belong to me.
Publication Date: 12-11-2010

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Dedication:
For all those who inspire: the writers, the readers, and for everyone I cherish. “All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.” - T.E. LAWRENCE