This poem was written during some of my darker days while trying to escape an abusive ex.
Once I had a life,
I was a faithful wife.
A family made of three,
Happiness, I hoped would always be.
But sadness and pain started to show through,
and the anger set in too.
The everlasting hurt started so new,
Angel, you were the only thing that stayed true.
Soon my whole life was drowning in pain.
Have I gone completely insane?
The innocent look in your eyes made me see,
You mean the world to me.
Now I know the only thing left to do,
Because Angel you are only two.
A son is too precious a gift,
For me not to live…
To my son, who made me see that being a mother is all I have to be
Lynn Combs 