“Mommy’s Cries” Poem
Make this three-lettered evil go away
I just need to cry, fall upon my knees
Let me hold my precious child, comfort all her needs
Can’t anyone help us, please?
“You can’t touchme mommy,
For SURELY I will die!
No mommy, no, don’t touch me,”
echoes within her mind
…She cannot be touched
Any germs will kill her dead,
That is what she hears
Deep within her own head
Someone, please help her
She is inexplicably entangled
Wound tightly in a web
As if in an endless, awakened dream
And all that’s left are the silent screams!
A dream where all reality has been lost
A web of steel she has been embossed
And all which remains
Are those horrific thoughts
Which no matter the effort
Can’t ever seem to be tossed
My child I knew so well
Has somehow ventured into a deep mental hell
A place of darkness and dread
‘Cant cross a Blue tile before the red!
Where has this ever-present nightmare led?
All MUST be either Equal or odd!
Mommy, “The cracks in the sidewalk will make you die!”
How could this not make you cry?
I listen as she scrubs off her invisible enemies
After which, her perfect fair toned skin is mutilated, raw and dry
Outside the bathroom door, I silently cry & cry
Help her Heavenly Father, I would often plead
“Make her life worth living; help her forget this tragic past
Prove her wishes and dreams for a future aren’t really dead”
But with each of the 9 passing year’s exponentially worse than the last
I must resign to silently scream inside my own head
What happened to my child?
I know she’s STILL THERE
Surely, the real she is not dead
It is just that she is trapped
Trapped within her own head