Momma Karma

A poem for my mother.

It always comes back like a boomerang.

You can try to forget it, but it's never-dying.

Never able to be erased from God's memory;

forever woven into the fabric of history.

Typed into the factual document called "truth".

Like tree's that lose their leaves in autumn,

not dead for life is held in it's roots.

You can close your eyes and pretend you're the blackness.

Or maybe scream and say it isn't true.

But you can never escape those reflective surfaces...

And see those familiar eyes staring back at you.

You see, this thing we call "truth" is happening every second.

And there'll never be a time when you can't look back on it.

Ignore it awake, but I know it seeps through your dreams.

Nothing you can do to muffle your subconscious' screams.

Simply begging for sweet truth to be released;

but PRIDE and CONFUSION walk barefoot on your streets.

One day, it will come back to you with pain 10 fold.

Its the way it has always been.

You'll understand to yourself the lies you told,

then everyone and no body will win.

I believe that one day your charade will surely melt.

I'll be waiting like a dusty book on the top shelf.

In God I trust that you'll know the pain I've felt...

And I have faith that one day the "truth" will reveal itself.

Reviews

[Annie Nicole]

I absolutely love this! magnificent wording, its really nice to read it! : )

[Selymsivad]

Wow, thank you so much for the reviews. I'm glad you enjoyed :)