Original Prose
Brianna is a working mom with 25 years of general life experience. She has a little girl and several exotic pets.
Think of Me
Think of me
When you’re all alone
Take a deep breath
And let it go
You’re important
You matter
You’re my whole world
Think of me
When your heart’s in tatters
Grey
When my light fades
And my skin turns to grey
I hope you’ll be by my side
To keep me warm
And hold my hand
As I cross
Into an unknown land
The Forest
The Forest
My home
For Centuries
I’ll roam
From tree to tree
And stream to stream
It calls me
Off the beaten path
Into the forest
My home
The deeper I go
I feel less alone
The squirrel and deer
Whisper in my ear
Tell me their secrets
Of the forest
My home
For You
This ones for you
When you’re all alone
Step outside
Let the breeze caress
Your tender skin
Let the birds sing
Only for you
Let the stars come out
To say goodnight
Let the sun shine
And warm your heart
Burning
Orange
Red
Burning fast
Over the hills
Lungs filled with ash
Run
Run
Run and hide
Until the fires
Do subside
Struggle
After years
Upon years
Your struggle
To survive
Ended
The strongest
Bravest
Meanest woman
Who I never believed
Would die
You took me in
And raised me well
Causing small scars
On my mental heath
I loved you then
And love you still
But now you’re gone
I miss you
Mom
© 2019 Brianna Knight