In Memory

Passing misfortune burns through boredom. You taught me that lesson when I was very young. All that I have of you now is a beautiful tinge, in my soul, The ghosts' of your brilliance is unavoidable, no matter how much times carries on. I see reasons' face in the mirror. Strikingly similar to you, my wise, and beloved mother. My reflection brings up the darkest of thoughts filling me with exhaustion and uncertainty. I take my fist and shatter the mirror into silver shards. Broken in pieces like you left me. A prisoner to memory sentence to life without parole. My soul yearns for enough hope and strength to continue on. Oh God, the days are so long and the years are make it hard grasp any meaning . How did I get here? How did everything I once held onto end in destruction? Oh God, please grant me a pardon. Let me out of this cage before I forget once and for all what it's like to be out in the sun.