Althrough out my existence,
I'm always bruised.
My mind is the battlefield,
And my self is my enemy, "are you amused?"
Yet August 9, is truly remarkable.
Someone arrive and treat me as her knight in shining armor.
But she doesn't know ,
For that very day I know that she'll be my hero.
I still have the battle deep within me,
Yet you shielded me from the pain I self inflict.
In my eyes, an armor is what you depict.
But for my heart, a caring mother for me.
This is for you mom. I hope you always bear in your heart, that you are more than what you think you are . Lovelots mom. 😊🥰
