One Soul, less

Imagine, Helpless, alone In a dark alleyway Cold, damp, musty

Just.

A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.

Broken Echoes

Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.

Sun kissed, Life bound.

Never have I ever seen such grace, strength, compassion, heart, dedication, support, courage, tears, wears, and unconditional love like that of a mother’s. I do hope that I was well worth it. I love you. — A tribute of sorts to the real super heroes in our lives, our moms. And to all the moms…