A Hospital For Mothers

I haven't posted for so long. I think that I want to start again, maybe to keep track of my own progress. I have been in a depressed state for a time now and am doing some new things and thinking new thoughts to pull me out of it. I wrote this poem in the last two weeks, because of heartbreaking things going on in my family. My goal is to learn to be happy and have gratitude in spite of what's happening, because this is my life and always has been and is not going to go away.

My anguished cries ascend

  then fall breaking into a 

    million pieces.

The shattered words

  are shards of pain

    each one causing

       more sorrow, more suffering.

   

This journey's road so different

  from the little girl's play

   when I was always the mommy

     and kept my babies safe.

 I was a believer in fairy tales

   and knew we'd live

        happily ever after. 

My story today has wandered 

   far from that happy path,

   and the thought of giving up 

       always on the edge of 

         my consciousness.

I met another like me

   our communication 

    elicited from broken hearts

           and fractured souls.

She said that there

    should be a hospital

       for mothers.

Where we could go 

   when the pain 

      grew too big 

        over lost children.

This resonated . . .

What if they could open

  me up and take out

    the ache that never

      goes away?

And splint the shattered

  dreams and longings

    once so whole -

       so intact.

My wounds run deep.

  Maybe a numbing IV

   could give relief

     for a moment.

Could they give me assurances

  that I would recover

     and everything

         would would be allright?

Where is this place. . .