When I was One and Fifty

 When I was One and Fifty

I thought that I knew what it was to forgive

Then I lost my mother, I lost the person which

for 22 years I did live

I found out that being here without her

was like discovering that everything is just a videogame

that the world is not what I thought it was

that nothing has remained quite the same

When I was one and fifteen

My mother formed the world that was in place

I dwelt in that state of normalcy

I lived it that paradise of grace

Now I am older and wiser

but I find that whenever the world storms

I cannot crawl back into my Mother's reality

a place where its peaceful and warm.