She was phenomenal in every way,
Yet unsure of how to accept a compliment.
Her beauty was captivating.
However, her shame blinded her from seeing her true reflection.
She wrestled with her obsession to scrub and organize her surroundings,
Always in an attempt to face her own neurosis.
Her thoughts are what killed her, you know.
She grappled with them through every second of daylight.
And she bantered with them not to lead her into the darkness at night when she closed her eyes.
Like a babe in the woods, she latched onto her thoughts as they became vultures with talons, not realizing their intention to ruin and deprave her soul.
With severed legs, she could not run.
With a torn and fragmented heart, she could not feel.
This extraordinary woman, lost in her own despair, sincerely could not find her way out.
She had become so addicted to wandering into the desolate closets of her mind, she knew that leaving bread crumbs would help her come back…
But the vultures pulled and tugged at the small thread of lucidity she held onto until she could not feel at all…
All of the small things mattered a bit too much.
The distractions of her worried mind.
Sadness disabled her heavy eyes from searching around to see the beauty of the world.
Just as often, she failed to look around to notice the charm of her little ones.
From time to time she caught glimpses of their joy, and at times their afflictions.
These moments were when the urgency to stay alive kicked in.
This rare and remarkable woman travailed until she grew weary.
Her body never gave up, but the venomous thoughts caused her mind to wither away.
This woman prevailed exquisite and admirable.
Yet, she did not know this to be true of herself.
This woman loved you enough to stay alive as long as she could.
She had to let go.
This phenomenal woman was your mother.