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Haiku parenting Poetry

Recurrence

I feel like I’m losing

Across the table, you stare

With hollowed out eyes

Eyes that scare me

Because I’m worried for you

Worried for all the feelings

I cant possibly help you manage

Not by myself. Not without help

And, don’t worry. We will get you help.

But in the meantime

I feel useless

Wishing I could take your pain

And fear

Ball it up and throw it far away

Crush it into dust

And send it up into space, letting it orbit around a star instead of your brain

But i can’t

I can’t do anything but stand by you.

And tell you I love you

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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