A Year of Mix
YEAR OF MIX
A healing for the little girl who had a mom
A year now, in a few days
mixed, I feel all mixed
she's gone, I will be OK
tears flooded as I cried out
That November Day
Mother, Doughter it is crazy
in the sense I cannot express
Feelings, all mixed
Not a nurturer to say the least
still there was love
tears remembering
My past is present although I am healing
explosive she was to say the least
abuse, control, no thoughts at all
mixed, I feel so mixed
I cry I scream I miss my mom
thoughts explosive as I see her I remember
silly now I say, but no
rage, fear, terror my past is present
healing though................
Sandra Jean
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