Her tiny sun.

The dust fell
Like snowflakes
Caught in the rays
Of the tiny sun
Beside her bed
She could turn
The tiny sun
On and off
With a button
She stared at
Her sun until
Her eyes burned
White and she
Couldn’t see anything
Anymore but the
Sun until finally
As if she
Had pushed the
Button to turn
The sun off
The light in
Her eyes went
Out and the
Sun didn’t shine
Anymore.

27.7.11

I don't know what to write

I've used up all my words
writing notes while my mind
floats somewhere else
(I must try to stop it doing that)
I haven't cried today
it tried to take me over
but I fought it away
no breakdown # 10 tonight (I've lost count)
It's getting easier to be
overcome by the bad things
in each day
'How was your day?'
'Alright I guess'
'Only alright?'
'Yeah'
Luckily she's there
to take the bad things away
it's what a mum does best after all
and I love her more for being there
everyday
'I don't want you to ever feel like you
can't talk to me about something'
Don't worry, I need you to make me
happy when I am sad
The stress gets too much sometimes
I don't know what I'd do
if she wasn't there to
take it away