Weary Angel

you've been running for oh so very long.

now stop and breathe.

don't think about the worries of tomorrow.

the race you've ran is almost up and you can stop and breathe.

racing to make everything that much better.

racing to save everyone.

but you seem to always come up short.

but don't fret.

because i'm am here to pick up the slack.

my weary angel.
♠ ♠ ♠
a poem about my mom