Weak

In the darkest hours of the night
when my pain drips into a towel
and I silently scream to be free
    from myself.
I will myself to be strong
    (or is it weak?)
enough to find the answer
in the cuts
that weep and run through
    my soul.
it should never hurt this much.
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I'm Heather, a married mama of two teen girls, a stillborn baby girl (7/1/12), and a sweet and wild preschool girl (4/2/14). I've been blogging at The Destiny Manifest since 2001. I like to write about appreciating all of the beautiful little things that surround us, particularly in the face of grief, infant loss and mental health issues. Every day is an adventure!

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