Warning Call

On prose she gives a monologue on her own thoughts on life The beautiful, the broken and everything in between as a daughter, mother, friend, and wife and her words flow freely unfiltered, powerful and raw of the days behind her and precious meme she does recall She doesn't claim to be valiant Perfection has never been in her design Most of this life she's lived, she's winged it Jumping and diving into blind and of all the perils she has faced and failures great and small she doesn't dwell on her own mistakes yet, she doesn't care to tell it all Her dreams, her drive, her motivation that makes me carry on All the broken hearts she's nursed back to health And her grief in all that's gone she shares her life so openly expecting nothing in return She doesn't count it as a good deed simply hoping that it eases the storms in another life or maybe plants a seed She hopes to spare others passing through from troubles they don't need. A warning from the darkness of the traps and troubles hid That they might be more cautious than she was and not end up as she did.