Pain
Pain is temporary but dealing with the same pain for to long is dangerous.
Just like when pressure builds up and a glass bottle bust.
The original is shattered innocent pieces lost.
Even when placed back together its never the same.
Sad to say the remembrance of the pain is my joy.
The scars create my smile.
Real happiness never knew it.
Physical bliss was tainted.
Don't like gifts cause the ulterior motives never legit.
So I've come to the conclusion this love shit not for me.
Migraines 20 hours out of a day.
No sleep and have yet to feel or see my little one play.
Three rings but still no vows.
Multiple promises of a cure.
But the pain wins out.
So I just deal.
Learn to turn a pint of alcohol to a meal.
Smoke break and a wine cooler be another.
The two things that have me scared to be a mother.
My pain and medicine,
A volatile combination with a suppose to be "mother."
09/15/2012
