***Please note this is not indicative of how I feel at this time.****
Lone single tear
sidles down the side of my nose
slips the curve of my chin
drips to the table before me.
Never looking up
never seeing the pity
a yawning blackness
falling into it headfirst
never ending nullifying bliss.
Chiseled granite
cracked smile on lips
oozing through
sadness
pain
anguish
held tight
a patchwork quilt
security blanket
a way to keep everyone out.
Wretched I am.
Agony dances across nerve endings
breath caught
panic abridges
cannot catch air
this is where I will fail.
There is no sanity
there is no wealth
my well-being
a thing of the past.
©August 14/19
Picture is one of my own
taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
All of your poetry is well written, but you are phenomenal at inflicting emotion on your readers!! ❤
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Thank you so much. I appreciate beyond words your reading and commenting. I always hope I am reaching into the emotions.
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Well I can’t speak for everyone, but you have certainly moved me to tears more than once! And also, made me smile! 🙂 I always mean well, but sometimes I’m so bad at commenting & reaching out to people.
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No you are not. We are all busy. I appreciate that my words can move you to feel. I am happy that I can do that. I mean I can make my son cry when I read him poetry I write about him and me but he is my kid lol he has to cry. It’s the old ‘you only say it is good cause you are my mom’ reversed. Thank you. 😊😊❤
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Aww. I’m sure that’s true to a point, but you’re so talented, I’m sure it does move him, not just because you’re his mom. That’s so sweet, he’ll have something to look back on & cherish one day!! No one has ever written poetry about me, but I found a letter my mom wrote me when she was on her death bed. She never actually gave it to me, but I found it after she had died. I suppose she meant for it to be that way, because the letter was as if she was talking beyond the grave, but I cherish that letter more than anything! I’m sure you son will cherish those poems more in his adult years too!
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I believe so. Along with posts I have written about him. Which horrifies him because ‘omg mom my friends can read that!’ Why on earth would his 11 yr old buddies care to read an old lady’s blog???? Which leads to him telling me I am not old ha ha ha distraction and ego boost in one.
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Old lady 😏
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Stop smirking
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😏😊
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😝😝😝😝
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😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏
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Yer gitten up dere too
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Still behind you 😊
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Rub it in
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*rubs* lol!!!!!!!!!!
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😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂
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😁🤪
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