A Young Mothers Path

Her life has become this intimate blend of tragedy and resilience,
An atomic cocktail of stunning beauty and manic depression,
Trapped in the current of this tri-polar perfecta of personalities, 
Constantly battling to control her reality, 
Feeding on the shame and rejection that her heart possesses,
Like a parasite poisoning it's host, painfully slow, 
Struggling to hold on, yet unable to let go —
Until nothing was left, except the damage that’d been done,
So she loaded what was left of her shattered heart into her car and drove all through the night,
Tossing pieces of that day out the window of the past,
Somewhere in the desert 
with the bright lights of Vegas fading in the rear view,
A decade without her was tough, 
as I waged war on myself,
Dealing with issues, inimical to my mental health, 
But I understand and I’m grateful now more than ever, having her in my life,
Shedding light on Mental Illness and how to comfortably exist,
As the Mom I’ve always known and the Grandma my kids adore.

©IanShatss