…kimberlys son

…the wars

how do i still the wars-

tsunamis of thoughts, no life jacket present, and im afraid-

as behind these brick walls is a muted scream and treacherous plea for help-

because if she’s too loud, they’ll take the innocent laughter that’s sitting beside her, then he’ll scream too-

but how do you love God and run from lions in the same flesh, and of the same mind?

and why do they chase me?

and why won’t they leave me alone?

they know im tired-

so very tired-

so their chase is a daily one now-

-shhhh.

but my oldest son called me today-

he said, “im tired ma; but i fight because i see your strength”-

“and i see you love even when love fails you”-

“so i tell people im kimberlys son, so ill be aiight”-

-and i paused-

because my soul was becoming ready for a capture-

so much chronic pain-

so much mental pain-

so many whys and how comes that haunt me, -while sending out laughing emojis-

and kimberlys tired-

oh shes so tired 😔

but for you, my sweet boy…

and the strength of your saying;

she shall continue.

-my michael,

i love you. 🌸

kb