Art is like the ultimate hand shake.
They say you can tell a lot about a person from their grip,
but so much more is said by what they create.

*****
You're not a mom
Your the being that birthed us
What you have done is so wrong

You left us in the dust like we didn't exist
We were just tiny pebbles to you
amongst canyons and mountains

The beaming bright face that only good can see
The beautiful little girl , cared for she'll forever be
She will never call you grandma
She will never feel your warmth
She only knows love
You could know her, but your soul fell short.


How could you leave the three souls
That once thought you were the world
I never want to see you again
Even if you are weeping at my feet
Your invisible love is a speck of dirt now

So stay with the ones who did no wrong
Who are never to blame
Who sing their own song

The three stand together with hands locked
Ready to conquer the world
Remember those beings you held so tight
******* *****
Those tiny pebbles shine bright

He brought you to me that evening
He woke me from my sleep
"I have a surprise!", he said
Turned the light on, my eyes stung from the sudden brightness.

A little red plastic basket you sat
With handles on both sides
A yellow ribbon around your neck
So cute that I cried

I think of you every day
You filled my heart and soul with love and smiles
But a churning fire brews around it, leaving scars that will never go away

Its all my fault
That you are gone
I wish I would have tried harder

You snored so loud
You ate all the cat food
You pooped in the bedroom
And had a cute little attitude

Your tag is the jingle I hear on my keychain
I feel your heart with me at night
snuggled under the blankets with me and holding you tight

I love you my boo boo
Forever and more

All of the loveliest dance in a
perfect circle bright and beaming

In the dark shadow beneath it, a jagged line which is me
That has a life with no meaning

A hero, a mother, a rock and a star shine bright
Past, present, future all signs point to right

A lonely stray cloud that is me.
Never fit the mold
Or came out on top.
A life that is cold.


Worthless, pathetic, and sad
Are the words that are me.
I have only heard thunder
No piercing bright sunbeam they will see.

Amongst the words spoken
Happy, proud and strong
The jagged line only hears
Sad, hopeless and weak
No longing for better
A life that went wrong

Is it pointless to try?
Is it crucial to stay?
Is it worth trying harder?
Is  there a reason for another day?

The perfect circle has no room
For a lonely sad face
I am only darkness
A waste of space.

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I Have recently found friendship with someone who has experienced much of what I have.
An artist whose powerful expressions inspired me to finally break the cord of what my heart and mind were tied with.
Thank you Sierra!