Posted in Poetry

out the window

some days
my son is so much
like his father
i want to jump
out the window
i can leave the man
but i cannot
the boy
some days
being a mom
is so painful
so challenging
that i catch myself
i’d made different
about a life …

— Finish the read on

3 thoughts on “out the window

    1. She is marvelous! The more we whisper life into her… well, at least i hope she knows she is more than her discouraging thoughts. Underneath her scars, like so many, is blood. Blood pumping throughout her existence and the air she breathes is all for her! 🙏🏼🕊❤️


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