By Danielle Olson
When I’m alone I often think of you my dear mother
How can I still have so much anger in my heart and yet miss you dearly at the same time?
I do wish I could talk to you one more time
Hear your voice
Tell you I love you
Is that something you can know after death?
I wish I told you more in life
Oh, how I wish I could have saved you
Wish I could have silenced your demons
Wish I had the patience
Wish I had the understanding of what weighed heavy on your mind
Could there have been something…anything to alter your thoughts?
Could I have changed things if I listened to your pain?
I feel guilty for all the things I truly wanted to say
For if I spoke my true mind you would never forgive me
My words would have made your life darker
I would have caused your mind to travel deeper into your oblivion