Words of a Poet

Mom are you listening?
I need you my guardian angel
Pick up Heaven’s phone
I’ve been call you
I want to make you proud
I just don’t know how
Please just grant me my wings
So I can be an Angel just like you
I could fly and come see you
Through the clouds
And you could sing to me again
Like nothing is wrong
You are my sunshine… my only sunshine

Mom I’m so lost
I’m bleeding inside and out
Cuts, bruises, scars, and pain
And it all feels the same
As I yell out “I’m not okay!”
It kills me a little each day
Without you

By Matthew Henrickson