Poem: Farewell

The day my mother died

I skunked into bed, hid under the sheets

Waiting, knowing 

The day my mother died

I cried and cried

Not aloud but in my head

Waiting, knowing

The day my mother died

I switched off my phone

Silenced the despair

Waiting, knowing

The day my mother died

I lay and let it happen

Waiting, knowing

That it would 

The day my mother died

I imagined

How she would end her life

Because I had shut her out 

The day my mother died

I imagined

How my life might now be like 

Because I had set my own soul free