Hello and thank you for joining me on this emotional roller coaster that I would never wish on anyone. If you've never been to this blog before let me tell you some things that might help you. Its better to start at the beginning and for me that was 12/30/2009...if you look to the right you will see blog archive,you can start at the top and work your way down.The beginning is April 18, 2010, It just makes it easier. And everyone please feel free to leave comments or anything you want. I know alot of you have your own special memories that maybe you want to share. Its up to you. I will tell you that this blog is very blunt and very real. Im sorry if it offends anyone , thats not my intention. When I first starting writing it I knew that I would end up telling alot of my little "secrets". But , for me to find my healing I had to face who I really was and the life history that has made me the woman I am today.These are my opinions and views. But, ultimately this is for me not you. So , thank you again and may God bless u.



Cina



Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Poem - Whats My Pain

This is a poem I wrote for my son......



Whats My Pain?

My pain is grief.
People telling me, you have to grieve
but not knowing how to...
My pain runs deep.
so deep it hides in my blood and every
cell in my body...
My pain is loss.
My pain is forever because how
can I ever smile again?

My pain is seeing my sons broken body
lying on the side of the road....
and hearing him call mommie
and I cant answer.
My pain is his wedding day.
It will never come and I will never
meet my daughter in law.
My pain is my granddaughter....
shes named after me and I will never hold her.

My pain is never feeling whole again.
My pain is never wanting to be happy again.
My pain is the huge hole in my heart...
and the even bigger void in my soul.
My pain is the tears that never seem to stop.

My pain is every single memory of u son that
I'm so scared to forget...
but i refuse to let myself remember.
My pain is your beautiful face..
and your crooked lip..
and the dirty nails that drove me crazy.

My pain is knowing every single line of ur face..
but knowing if i allow myself to think of them
it will destroy me.
My pain is that I have to live....
and my son is dead.

Thats my pain.

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