Goddess

Red locks so bright,

illuminating eyes,

soft whispers of her voice

the somberness in her heart,

and the weakness in her walk.

Who is she?

Aging slowly

trembeling,

seeing her fall apart,

little by little,

Why?

I love her.

She is part of me.

Am I losing her?

Is she dying?

What is her diagnoses?

No one knows,

and no one ever will.

Her heart is big,

her bones are feeble,

and many people love her.

But does she know that?

No.

She is not responsible,

she is strong,

but she is weak.

When you look at her

you see depression,

anxiety,

instability,

beauty,

and love.

She is the most

admiring,

caring,

and trustworthy

mother I could ever have.

Her sickness took her over.

She is not herself,

she is a disease.

Everything she thinks,

sleeps,

and breathes is a disease.

She has a heart of gold,

but walks with insecurities

as big as the sky.

Why?

She is gone.

Mentally.

Physically.

Emotionally.

I want her back.

I can't get her,

this is pain.

Her eyes tell a story,

about a girl who was hurt,

broken down,

beaten,

and abused so bad,

that reality had not hit her.

I love her,

my mother,

forever mine,

always hurting.

I want to help her,

and I can't.

Please save her.

She is gone,

for good.

Peace and serenity

are the only words that

help her pain,

and Jesus.

He is there and always will be.

Thank you.

I will never forget you,

I will never forget us.