Running away from me.
Coldness comes in the rarest of form.
It eases itself with me making its home.
Where ever I go.
An icy windstorm cuddles me like a blanket,
Its hugging me close around my ribs.
It clothes my feet like shoes fitting my feet just so.
Black and angry clouds shake ever so loudly,
telling me to faithfully watch the sky its
demanding my attention.
I dance to a rain lit tune.
I howl to a full glowing moon.
I learn to live with cactus spiked affliction.
Come party with me.
Misery loves company.
Come sing the song of blues.
I'll tell you where it all got started.
Why I wear a hat of doom.
Why I give my all when there’s no guaranteed clues.
When your body is beautiful and healthy.
And your pockets are full and wealthy.
But mentaly your engaged in sorrowful whoa's.
This is how my story goes why I hide in pain.
Its bleeding red my veins are fed.
My heart is broken into lots of pieces by different kind of blows.
From the womb of this woman I came.
I was given her same name.
She struck me with love and with pain.
Still I go back to her over and over again.
She is my beginning.
I came from her mentally my love given in vain.
When a mothers love makes a daughter want to die.
When a mother beats her over and over and she dare to ask her why.
When a mother lacks a mirror.
When she can't know who she is.
A mother from wounded guts does live.
How can she bare a healthy daughter?
When even her past isn't clear.
How can a mother share?
Her reputation is said to be good.
She gives to people going about doing good deeds.
How can a mother’s love even be fair?
Search backwards, search in history.
Tell me mother, how can you, be the way you are.
I have your name I dare not roam too far.
I wear the color black.
I reject the brightest hues.
I can only imagine what it’s like to reach for a shining star.
By Poetic*Forestrose. 1-07