Saturday, September 8, 2012

The Worst

I remember thinking,
this is the worst day
of my life.

The sky was blue
and falling
all around us.

Some
might have said
it was the perfect day
and in a sense
it was.

The perfect day to go mad.

My mother did
and we were on our way
to pick her up
from a mental health clinic
in Ventura.

My cousin and me
didn't say much
the whole ride,
we were both
in unfamiliar territory,
but we knew
we couldn't leave her
there.

She had to be with us.

Just goes to show,
no matter how crazy
or depressed
or suicidal
you get,
your family
will always be
by your side
even on the worst days
of their lives.

So,
I am thankful
have such a family,
some
aren't so lucky.

They would have stayed there,
stuck
on the worst day
of their lives,
living a moment of tragedy
over
and over
again,
and again.

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