More Than a Scar
I had a good time at school that day
We went on a class fishing trip
I didn’t make a catch, yet I couldn’t wait to tell mom about it
But she was gone
I had a bad time at home that day
As I watched the police officer bust the bedroom door down
My eyes welled up with tears when she bowed her head
and I knew that my mom was dead
An empty pill bottle lay by her nightstand
And I knew that she had done it wittingly
Suicide? Suicide!?
My thoughts ran wild
How could she leave me?
Did she just not care?
Did she not think of my despair?
My grades dropped, and my heart became an empty box
It hurt to watch the dog search the house for her
It hurt to see my brother cry
It hurt to wake up and fall asleep
But I realized,
This does not define me
I am strong,
I am powerful,
I am courageous,
and I will persevere.
I picked my head up and decided,
“I’m going to do this for me”
I’ll go to school,
I’ll get good grades,
and I’ll do what I love for my own sake
I am the daughter of Karra,
But what she did will no longer bring me down
A mother wants what’s best for her daughter,
And with that I would have made her proud
So this one’s for you, mom,
Because I can move on