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It feels as if you're slowly leaving me,
as if I'm being prepared for the grief.
With no words said between us at these long trying times in my life;
and yours...
but what is a woman to do when all she knows as "strength"  is being destroyed?
She learns to cope,
on her own.
She learns how to sit on someone else's stoop with her child,
for hours because she didn't have a phone,
to call and say, "I'm at your house, I just need to talk".
She sits and waits all alone instead
with nothing left but her scars to show,
she lets her pride go,
because she now realizes her child won't wait.
Clothes, food, and tears won't wait while she gets to know.
That baby she birthed will continue to grow.
Even if she mentally and emotionally don't.
His needs come first,
so he'll continue to hurt.
With her,
until she learns that man just can't be what she needs.
But see, that child STILL has needs.
yet he has to wait in the cold,
while his mommy smokes on someone else's stoop to clear her mind and help her heart break free.
Sitting here looking at her biggest blessing she still can't find relief,
so she just waits and wipes his little nose with just her sleeve.
Finding herself lost in his eyes it becomes clearer and clearer
til she finally realizes that her so called "LIFE"
is now his
and he can't hold off until she becomes some teen aged love wiz.
He'll hurt with her
until she sees,
that life now isn't all about that man or her emotional siege.