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My Mother
My home has been scattered
In different houses
In different countries
My mother was the only person at my side
My home was in the blue eyes
Of my mother
Before she lost her mind
The different places
Always felt like home
When I’d crawl into her bed
But my home had a leak
Her eyes would rain down
On my cheeks
My young mind was confused
I’d hold her tightly
And say “please don’t cry, I love you”
Every night I’d listen to her sobs
My heart wrenching
I felt useless because I was young
When I grew older
Something in her changed
The blue from her eyes drained
She’d stare off at nothing
While I yelled and cried
Searching desperately for her mind
Her blue eyes
Have cried so many tears
They are now glazed over
My mother
She speaks from a distance
Her warmth has gone cold
In all the different countries and houses
My mother was all I had
But now her mind has shattered
And now my home is scattered
In different houses
In different countries
My mother was the only person at my side
My home was in the blue eyes
Of my mother
Before she lost her mind
The different places
Always felt like home
When I’d crawl into her bed
But my home had a leak
Her eyes would rain down
On my cheeks
My young mind was confused
I’d hold her tightly
And say “please don’t cry, I love you”
Every night I’d listen to her sobs
My heart wrenching
I felt useless because I was young
When I grew older
Something in her changed
The blue from her eyes drained
She’d stare off at nothing
While I yelled and cried
Searching desperately for her mind
Her blue eyes
Have cried so many tears
They are now glazed over
My mother
She speaks from a distance
Her warmth has gone cold
In all the different countries and houses
My mother was all I had
But now her mind has shattered
And now my home is scattered
Published 4th May 2019
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4th May 2019 10:23am
This. So real to me, it bleeds where my wounds have dried. Thank you for the feeling, and for not being alone with it. Fantastic strength to you facing a mentally ill parent. Love and light.
5th May 2019 1:08am
Thank you so much! This was the most difficult poem I’ve ever written! So I appreciate your kind words
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5th May 2019 1:42am
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Anonymous
14th May 2019 2:45pm
When home lies within the soul of another it's the greatest of losses with it shatters. I feel the pain in this one. My father was my home for years. And his passing left me homeless for a very long time. I get this. Thank you for sharing this
