not heaven nor hell so...
Kyle, this poem is so sad and so well written.
I hope that one day the pain will go away and you will be able to live your life free from whatever you feel.
I can only begin to imagine what you are feeling. My mother is the most important person in the world to me and I can't imagine what it would be like growing up without her.
But she is there, watching over you.
We have to remember that. We will see them again some day. And when we do, the disease that rocked them will have vannished and they will be the gentle, beautiful person that we knew and loved.
Your mother will always hold a special place in your heart and you will carry a piece of her where ever you go.
Remember that she is never far away, you can talk to her whenever you want, she is living your life with you.
And I'm sure she is so proud of what you've become.
Keep up the great writing. The world needs more poets like you. Poets that can send a message to the world and have it understood.
Beautiful is empty
Beautiful is free
Beautiful loves no one
Beautiful stripped me