Has a piece missing.
But it still beats inside of my chest.
Some days it works harder than others, and will skip a beat,
when my head for a brief moment takes me back to that day,
those days, as lets be truthful here there isn’t just the one day.
I’m not brave. It is one thing I am not.
I just wear my heart heavier than others.
My heart won’t let me stop, but it also won’t let me forget.
I am a mum, but I am also a bereaved mum.
I will always be torn.