Grief besets me, as I live in the dark,
The future is hidden, I know not what will come.
Watching my son experience depression, seems unreal, so unfair,
He laughs and is happy, he studies with success,but it’s not how he feels.
My magic wand would sweep it all away,
The doubts, the thoughts of suicide,
The depression would disappear, and so too the internal struggle.
Would he still be the same person? I know not, I am lost.
So with my arms open wide I shower him with precious Love,
I encourage his independence, and pray to God above.
Hoops are a plenty to jump through on this journey,
Connection with heart and letting go, is this mothers learning.
Trust in the path that the energy is flowing.
Each experience builds into a definitive pivot point,
That sends the recipient into free falling,
The journey that is unique and there’s alone.
Happiness is fleeting, it constructs the memories that support…
Allowing us to get through the times that are fraught.
Frightened we may be, in this family of ours,
Yet the happy times we experience, is what we are about.