Mom Dreams

Daylight is disturbing enough with her,

teetering on the edge

Of my hard-drawn boundaries,

Sticking a particular finger across.

She doesn’t even realize,

she lacks the mental fortitude.

As if she hadn’t already had enough of my time,

I see her behind my lids,

Mom dreams;

fear and beach scenes,

Day after night,

I search for reasoning,


A way to know,



From the wrong,

From the injury and injustice.

She cannot cease,

And knows nothing of how to desist.

No one would help her mend her aching,

And it boiled over

To the rest of us.

But because no one cared enough,

To create

Not a happy ending,

But a safe and quiet life.

So my mind creates,

What no one else will.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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