No matter the pain , the letdowns and fear.
Sometimes deep down I wish you were here.
You’re not in heaven , in-fact you’re ten minutes away but the addiction has already taken you far astray.
Unsure whether it’s the thought of you being okay that brings back the pain everyday.
As I know you’re not , however nothing I can do or say will make you stop.
I wish things were different, perhaps the way they were that one day, knowing that day was one of many but the abuse occurred plenty.
Am I silly for wishing you the best , as when I hear you’re not I’m unable to explain the pain in my chest.
I don’t want you back , but I want you safe , even though you were never really that place.
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Author:
megan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To my mother .
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each born into such wildly differing circumstances
we cross paths on those jungle streets
we have no clue how much pain we're carrying..
I can't help but feel for your devastating predicament
there's a book called 'a child called it'
and I remember being broken
for days from just reading his story
i can't even imagine
what it must be like to be fated with such parental neglect
at the outset of your life..
I laud your bravery, stay strong!
thank you for choosing to share
thank you !!
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