The Hole In Her Soul Poem by chantelle ribeiro

I look at her
Fragile and aging
Her skin like silk
Blue veins stand out
Against the milky whiteness
of her hand
Her hair dulled
lifeless and thinning
Staring into another world
Longing for the sweet release of death
How long can she hold on?
She smiles as if all is well
But it does not reach her eyes
A sadness lives in them
reflects the hole that's in her soul
I watch her walk with shoulders bent
Her pain and burdens heavy
A mother's love and sacrifice
has made her feel unworthy