Glass

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror
Everything’s changed
Nothing seems clear

My eyes are always sad… they’ve lost their light
My body’s aged from this plight

The grief envelops me to my core
I don’t care to breathe anymore

I’ve lost my purpose and my son
I barely get anything done

I struggle to get out of bed …let alone make it
To study for my exam…let alone take it

Most days I’m a disaster
I lack passion; trust…..and I miss the laughter

I’m focused on ways to honor Remi
Maybe a beautiful urn or a flowering tree
There’s just so many

I hope someday this depth of sorrow will pass
So I’ll know the lady who’s looking back from the glass