Heavy Burdens

I could taste the bitterness in my mouth.
I was out to defeat myself
all because of the adolescent trauma.

I was on the highway to destruction,
the resentment and the torment was surely
going to devour me alive.
I was of no advantage to myself.

Depression was creeping in.
My children, destined for the very path
I’d been shoveling my way out of
caused me to let it all go.
They deserved to live a more enjoyable life.
I had to stop and park the speeding car,
deliberately unloading the heavy burdens
I’d been transporting.

My children pulled me through
the days I did not even want to live;
they helped me recognize
how much they required a selfless mother.
And I didn’t need to go about this alone.