I’ve cried myself a river
More times than I can count
Now I’m crying something else
I’m crying myself a mother
Her hair will be as long and black as the deep
Her eyes bluer than the clearest sea
Her face softer than the smoothest sea glass
Her smile warmer than the sandiest beach
Her body lithe as the seaweed
Her dress with more ripples than the ocean Its self
With eyes that never cry,
Some part of her is always Happy
She is Mother Nature
She asks for nothing
She gives everything
She loves Unconditionally
Her anger is violent
Her joy is radient
She listens without judgement
When you rant at her
Her love fills each moment
YOU ARE READING
Psalms of life and death
PoetryPoems written by me mostly about my mental health struggles
