Mother?

Time is nothing but an essencesBut moment make a lifetime Lying there, nothing but darkness surrounds I have been ripped to pieces, and continue to not make a sound, Mother, I whisper through the bathroom doorAware of the substances that coat her veinsI  walk away  fighting the urge to cry out I wanted to yell and I wanted to fight I wanted to ask how she could leave me alone at night Yet I was ever so smart, I was not fighting a war against my mother or the needlesI was fighting a war with my own head I was no longer a child I was a warrior My mother was fighting a fight that only she could accomplish And I was fighting my fight to keep me alive at night

This poem is about: 
My family

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