reality & delusional thinking

In a quiet house where shadows creep, A daughter lingers, unable to sleep. Three years have passed since that fateful day, When her mother’s light was taken away. Her heart is heavy, her spirit low, In silent rooms where echoes flow. She moves through life, a fragile ghost, Haunted by what she misses most. Each morning dawns with a painted smile, A practiced act, but all the while, Her mind drifts back to times gone by, When laughter rang and hope was high. The world outside, it turns and spins, But she’s ensnared where grief begins. In moments when the world is still, Her thoughts take flight, her dreams fulfill. She sees her mother’s face so clear, In visions where there's no more fear. They walk through gardens bathed in light, In endless days that banish night. In this dreamscape, joy abounds, With vibrant colors and soothing sounds. They talk and laugh, their hearts entwined, In a perfect world, so gently kind. Reality’s grip, a cold embrace, Her solace found in a fleeting place. Each vision fades with morning’s rise, Leaving tears and longing in her eyes. Days blend into nights so long, She hears faint whispers of a song. A lullaby her mother sung, When she was but a child, young. In crowded rooms