Mystery

Mystery

A Poem by Mysty Rayn

 

I’m just so tired I could curl up and cry.

My body a medical mystery.

Has the stress and pain finally taken hold?

My body breaking down.

All the doctors and tests.

My baby girl watching.

Mommy sick, that’s all she knows.

Will I die?

Will I leave her behind?

Who will ever really know?

I hold my head up.

I move forward today.

Tomorrow.

For as long as I have.

I hold her.

 

-Mysty Rayn

 

 

© 2008 Mysty Rayn


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Nothing pains a mother more than feeling her own loss in terms of her own children. The only thing I can say is be hopeful for the best. Keep the happiest of thoughts in your body and mind and don't let negative ones invade and weaken you. Keep that chin up and be strong.! Highest blessings and good wishes to you.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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Nothing pains a mother more than feeling her own loss in terms of her own children. The only thing I can say is be hopeful for the best. Keep the happiest of thoughts in your body and mind and don't let negative ones invade and weaken you. Keep that chin up and be strong.! Highest blessings and good wishes to you.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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