My Thoughts from Inside

She is the mender of pain, the healer of sorrow, the sun and the rain, harbinger of tomorrow. The rock to the Sword, the pillars of temples the foundation of kingdoms, without her, earth trembles. The light in the dark, the star to the north, the builder of faith going right to the source.

She will always be there no matter the course, swiftly she will stand with no moment of pause. She fixes what’s broken to be made anew, if you have a mother like mine you know this is true.

She carries the weight of the family with no bending or breaking. She holds the heart there is no mistaking. She is home not mater the distance of miles afar, she is my home no matter where we are. A mother’s love is an eternal burn, a force to match a son’s love in return.

There is somethin in me I let no one see, I keep it hidden inside, it will never be free.

It moves and it crawls between shadows with stealth, it breaks and it tears draining all of my health.

With all my reserve I will hold it at bay, and suffer alone in silence for the rest of my days.

Andrew Shipman

Through the crack in my window, I see the world moving on, even though I am no longer a part of what is going on.

The crack is small, so I can’t see much.

I see more than I feel but it’s never enough.

For years it’s been since even a touch, but I will keep looking through this crack.

I claim to ease my suffering torment and pain.

The storm has come with lightening and rain, for the damage is worse when I’m to blame.

Andrew Shipman

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