Even the Darkest Night is Followed by a New DayA Poem by JacquelineHope is always possible
Even the Darkest Night is followed by a New Day
i'll never forget the night i was sitting on the side of my bed praying real hard while holding a loaded gun to my head i've done enough crying, and wishing my struggles away only to be hit with the same s**t the next day my boss was on my a*s on a daily basis saying that he had enough with all the lateness told me to get out of his face whining about my asthmatic child, he reminded me that my problems were all my own not one ounce of sympathy shown, so many evenings i had to leave my ten year old alone at home placing a loaf of bread on the counter, a couple slices of lunch meat to eat in the fridge, so much for taking care of my kid reminding her not to answer the phone, open the front door and to finish her chores after a ton of homework i barely spend time with her after i leave work, the tv being a babysitter i'd give anything to be able to spend more time with her but feeling myself falling apart with the weight of the world on my shoulders i wanted to blow my brains out, and not deal with the world being colder my finger on the trigger, about to c**k and blast my sweet little angel popped in my room, i had to stash the gun away fast looking into her sleepy eyes, my most cherished prize it gave me the spark to change my whole way of thinking life may not be full of joys, but i wasn't on a boat sinking i kissed my princess, then tucked her back in her bed then i fell to my knees, said another prayer with no tears shed thanking God my child didn't find me in a pool of blood dead © 2008 JacquelineReviews
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorJacquelineMineola, NYAboutI'm a mother, girlfriend, writer, bar friend keeper and gadgethound. I'm on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr and more. Trying to shake the rust off more..Writing
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