Droplets falling
Reminding me of the pain.
Puddles created
Reminiscing deep strain.
The window
Once clear and open
Now full and mixed.
Heart swallows desserts poison.
Wiping the rain away
And more comes faster.
The clouds controlling my emotions
Becoming owned to the master.
Caught up in the game
A web created and watered.
My heart so willing
Pre-owned and martyred.
So to sit and watch
Is all I can do.
Because I am a single drop
In a bath of which many must fall through.
Nichole felt so alone and isolated, even when surrounded by people who loved her so much. God how I wish she would have opened up!
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
