Christmas and birthdays have now past.
The hustle and bustle is now done
The pain in my heart still does outlast,
Even though another year has begun.
Another year for me to grieve,
Another year for me to get through.
No longer the mom that is so naïve,
Yet my dreams I still pursue.
There are times I just feel
That I am going through the motions.
Nothing I do seems real,
Yet tears shed can fill all the oceans.
One day down and now there is tomorrow
For it is a day to really dread
As I am still so full of sorrow
And now I am the walking dead.
Yet, as dead as I am
I can still move on
Knowing I am no mild lamb,
Yet my children are still gone.
Maybe tomorrow something will change
Maybe, just maybe, I can smile more
And not seem ever so strange
Nor, hopefully, others I no longer bore.
I know I am a contradiction
Wanting more and grasping straws
Yet always speaking with conviction
Even though I am still so very raw.
Tomorrow is an entirely new day
Yesterday is now long gone
I shall continue to daily pray
While trying not to be withdrawn.
Yet, I am who I am
This agony I will try to shed
As tomorrow comes like a ram
I pray I am no longer the walking dead.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoveille