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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