these lines will be filled with rage
with hatred against myself
against the disturbing thoughts and
the fragile bones of mine

i am made of shattered glass,
of mislead paths,
a bad child in a world
full of good people

my thoughts make me
a girl of hell
my actions a demon
possessing her beloved

my mother cries in agony
as her oldest
deprives herself of food and life
but deep inside she knows
this girl deserves it all

The chapters were written
Her story about her loves and life are done
Those left behind will carry on
The tears and goodbyes have flowed
The tears will return when the period is dotted at the end of the sentence
When her monument is revealed with family message with date of birth and death
Her grandchildren and great grandchildren will share photographs and memories as we close the book on her story
One story ends and one begins
C@rainbowchaser2022

Each one of your smiles
is a sunflower planted in my soul.
Dispel of this darkness and despair
and cover it with your garden.

Not so dark as it's painted to be
but quite honestly
it still looks like midnight to me
and
I want to stay in bed.