mother of mine
Mother of mine
The all being one to me for twelve years
With the messy hair and even messier brain
With the laugh that could infect an entire room
With the painter's hands and explorer's eyes
With the advice of a sage
With the mismatched coffee mugs and socks with sandals
With the love of lemonade stands and cherry picking
With the moves of an eightie's dancer and the spirit to do such movements naked on the kitchen table
Mother of mine
With the addiction to depression
The addiction to anxiety
The addiction to self medication
The addiction to a pill smaller than my finger nail.
Mother of Mine
I really miss you.
I really hate you.
I really love you.
I really need you, now and forever.
Mother of mine
too weak to continue on in this space, in that body, in my smiles and my sister's joy
Mother of mine
who chose a way out that may have been peaceful to you
yet was chaos to us.
Mother of mine,
you are still the all being one to me after twelve years, it will be twelve years this month, twelve years since you left me at twelve.
you are still the all being and everything.
but now that everything also includes anger and sadness and hate and destruction.
mother of mine,
i love you.