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Jessyka Cole Poem
Hurt but not broken,
Words worth but not spoken,
An urge to just feel, anything that’s real,
The sting of a razor was all that would save her.
Copyright © Jessyka Cole | Year Posted 2023
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Jessyka Cole Poem
I rise from my bed feeling no less tired than I felt before I slept, an aching in my head from a restless night where all I done was wept, an unsettled newborn baby lay upon my chest and although I love him dearly, I find it hard to catch my breath, an overwhelming feeling of all my love and fear, The beating of our hearts is all I really hear, doubts come racing in to tell me I can’t be what he needs, thoughts of failing as a mother take my mind over like weeds so I pray Lord guide me, help me to be the mum I need to be and in an instant my eyes were opened, for the first time I now see, I am already what he needs, I can’t be a perfect mum but I can be the best mum I can be and so long as I’m always fighting for what I believe and I’m always thankful for the lords blessings I receive I will be all I can and all I need to be, so with each morning I will pray and thank the lord for this day, even when it’s hard I know my God will lead the way.
Copyright © Jessyka Cole | Year Posted 2023
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