The tears won’t come
Though each time it’s as if the scar is being torn open
Re-injured
The never healing wound
That’s the only way to describe the feeling when my child leaves after a stay longer than the weekend
It’s never easy or right, however
The pain is more manageable when it’s a mere two days every four weeks
Not as incredibly intense and
Without the agonizing withdrawals
The moments that follow this one will be filled with uncertainty
Questions stirring in my heart and surfacing only in my conscience
Asking, “What kind of mother…”
Confirming my selfishness
Conceding to the lies that bind
Even if only for a time, the truth feels underserved
Tomorrow I will bathe in the promises of my Savior
Tomorrow I will dance in the light of truth
Tomorrow I will stitch up the wound with threads of hope
For today, I will feel the warm tears stinging my eyes and finally running down my cheeks
Relieving the implosion going on below the surface
I will self medicate with prayer and meditation
I will experience the loss of something I love
Even if only for a time
Even A Girl Like Me 
Beautiful post. I found you through Deeper Story. I can always see my mother struggling through these very emotions after I leave her house after a long stay. Very well articulated, very moving.
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Very moving post Joy, thank you.
Thank you, Phil.
“I will stitch up the wound with threads of hope” ……. Beautiful, beautiful words Joy!!
Thank you, Mark.
Mother’s are destined to carry that pain in their hearts. He is so good, though, He knows, and has already sent His Comforter. Have a very blessed day.
It is true
and He has.
Thank you!
Blessings to you!
Sorry to hear about that. Hoping that your Savior grants you grace and strength that’ll be sufficient for you 🙂
He definitely does. Otherwise I would be a big mess! 😉