Bound Hands

 

bound hands

 

My son has

Depression,

Falls into the

Big Black Hole

black hole

Every morning

And sometimes

In the afternoon

As well.

 

What is a mother to do?

 

Worse!

He is in his

Teens…

Struggling with

Identity

Opinion

Embarrassment

And newly found

Reality

Of what

Adult life

Might

And might not be.

 

What is a mother to do?

 

Talk, and smile, and help along,

Guide, counsel, suggest,

Point out the neat things

In life;

But also forbid and fight

For what is right,

And keeping him from

Doing wrong.

 

It’s not enough.

The Hole is waiting…

black hole

Every morning

And beyond….

 

What is a mother to do?

 

Medication

Helps some.

Entertainment

Helps some.

 

But ultimately

We create our

Own world

And our own

Happiness

Through

Doing,

Not through

Whining

And introspection.

 

What is a mother to do?

~~~*~~~

.

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4 thoughts on “Bound Hands

  1. Pieter Navis says:

    I can hear you calling out to him, trying to reach him. Beautiful poem, very well expressed. One can only hope that your son will find his way out of the black hole (with or without help from the outside) and grows strong and wise from the experience.

    I wish you lots of strength, compassion, patience and love for taking care of both yourself and your son!

  2. Kai says:

    Truly beautiful. Stay strong!x

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