I love this poem written and published by my daughter. It brings such a sadness to my soul as though I have lived this life. For me she captures the depth of grief and sorrow of this life - a sorrow that touches many in different ways but sorrow nonetheless. I cry a tear for that sorrowful life but know that I, like you, must keep moving forward.
Addictions In The Dark
By Dawn
hang on to this:
in the time it takes
to confess your darkness,
you have already been
exposed to the light.
I wish, from my soul,
from my womb,
that I could give you
the sun, but…
it is entirely up to you
to attain shine…
it cannot be given,
no matter how much
i may wish to give it.
believe that no crutch
can carry you to
answered questions,
though many will
successfully disguise the sky.
frailty is a whisper
better left unheard,
like the demons that speak in shadows;
a mirror casts warped reflections
of self when brutally cracked.
and yes, there is a sadness
inherent to being a woman;
what is it that kills that pretty
young girl inside each of us?
tomorrows will always be scary,
as long as the clock continues to tick
and struggles remain the silence
between each tock; fill them,
my love, with faith.
