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What I Can't Go Without


If I had to pick one thing to live with for the rest of my days

I can honeslty say with no hesistance or time to breathe

That I would choose my mom, to take with me.

I choose my mother, because she is my protector. 

Because I still remember the days when it was me against my father

And she was there like a wide body of water, a rushing river

Keeping the cowardly lion on the bank far away from its prey.

I would choose my mother to take with me, because I can't imagine day without her laugh

The laugh that echoes like a symphony in an empty hall, practicing for hours with no end

She is joyous and flamboyant, in the best and worst ways.

I couldn't imagine being without her for another day.

If I had one thing with me, and only that

It'd be my mother because she isn't just my mother 

She's my drive, my motivation

She pushes me forward and keeps me from dying of asphyxiation

Because when I am alone and the noise feels like it's too much to bear and the walls close in closer and closer

I can't breathe and I panick, and I think of my mom for ten seconds

One Two Three Four

I remembered when my father broke down a door

Five Six Seven Eight

And my mom told me only two more to go

Nine Ten

So I counted to ten, until it all went away

So I can't go without my mother, not for too many days

If I had only one person with me, all alone just us two

It'd be my mom because I can't leave her alone

They say laughter is the best type of medicine, so I'll never tell her that's the real reason why I try to make her laugh so much

Because when I see her take three or six pills because her doctor tells her too, I keep telling myself making her laugh is the best I can do

 

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SylviaR34
<p>Soooo... I know it doesn&#39;t rhyme...and i know not all poetry has to and it doesn&#39;t follow a pattern. Idk! Thanks for reading /.\</p>

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