it was the delicacy and the purity of your love that was the armor i wore as i withstood the battle i could suffer nothing worse than sitting there that night holding your hand and telling you to let go... release yourself from the pain and then cringing at my selfishness as i watched you go and resented you for it the only thing worse are the moments of weakness and i forget how hard you fought how far you were willing to go just to live just to live i wonder how many times floating in the air you want to kick my ass as i drown in my rage and self pity you're doing it now aren't you? as i read these words through teary eyes i have it all some of it handed to me the rest i fought for and in nothing have i lost not even your death you once told me 'such a waste is negative energy, channel it all into something positive and then give that to someone who needs it' because that's what you were that's what you did and there's someone who needs it yes mother... i think it's time well past time i once again become your daughter and bring you back to life.Birth sign: Virgo
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