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Friday, August 26, 2011

Erasing what I see

Sometimes I'm afraid to say what's inside
Because the past still shows outside
sometimes its hard when opening to T
because images of mom I can still   see

So i cower away with fear and dread
And cry over things I should have said
And   while my  T is working with  me
I am striving to erase "the mom I see"

So Little by little  I  try to go
Taking out pieces that I can show.
Slowly revealing  each part of me
Till I erase that mom that I still see.


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