Part One

Glancing back
catching a glimpse of a towheaded child
struggling to contain her tears,
for none are there to help her.
Standing tall and strong
ignoring the pain she found
her hurts mirrored by all.
She is not special
no one notices the small ghost
moving through the crowds.
Scars etched with acid on her soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 12/18

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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