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About This Poem
My Days of Gray Clouds
I wrote this 35 years ago when I had to have a hysterectomy at age 18...so no worries...I'm OK now...kinda...
Some days are like skies full of gray clouds
Covering all the beauty lying beneath
As I silently scream out loud
Happiness is just out of reach
I know it's my fault, this pain
For wanting, what will never be
It's the one thing I can not gain
But means the most to me
All I do want you see
Is someone who looks like me
Someone who came from inside
And calls me mom, with pride
Some days the clouds break apart
And the sun shines through very bright
There are many children dear to my heart
But, again gray clouds block out the light
©Donna Jones
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