My Refuge

My body so heavy,
I dare not move a muscle
I feel petrified,
my screams are all I have left
Crying out for the one person that can soothe my fears
She’s no longer there, no rescue today
I wake, it was all a dream…I slowly pull myself from bed,
Only to realize, she’s really gone and I’m alone in the dark.
No matter the age a child becomes,
Mothers’ will always be our refuge.

C.A.Robinson
June 5, 2013
3:52am