Lisa Hargrove
Born in Rockford. Not UNDER a rock, but IN Rockford, Illinois. I was soooooooo glad Mom decided to move to Texas when I was 3months old. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn’t quite drive. Graduated High School a Married my High School Sweet heart. That lasted only 4 years total. Then as a blessing after getting divorced in 1994 I got a gift in 1998 named Mykaila Beautiful Red haired, Blue eyed baby, without a husband. Raised her by myself. I am a bipolar mum, which isn't always easy. So, I have decided to write down my thoughts to explain my world to others.
My Heart Abused, forgotten, imprisoned behind a wall of stone. No apologies or shame. No attempt to make atone. The heart, hardened. Filled with hate. Only purpose is to spite. Though the future looked very dim, one came to set things right. With words of love, caring, and truth‌the wall, it tumbled down. The dark of one’s life lightened with absolute glory abound. Arose a spirit, alive and free that had never been felt before. Resurrecting the right, the needed, and the one to adore.
My Daughter
With all I could ever do, and all I could possibly say With blisters, bad back, and wrinkles, to raise her the right way Now, today, a young lady, full of life, happy, and so smart More each day she seems more like me, how’d her mouth get so tart The time is getting closer of when she’ll leave and take flight Pray to God that she is ready to take on the world with might
A Bipolar Tsunami
I was watching from afar Seeing myself standing there unaware I couldn’t warn me If I screamed I wouldn’t have been able to hear I felt like a mime behind a real sheet of glass Pounding, waving hysterically to get my attention I could see it coming, ominous, unforgiving As it crashed down upon me there was nothing I could do I fought it!!! I did!!! I watched in horror as I struggled My mind went numb, and my heart ached so As I stared while I drowned in my own thoughts
These Lies
Ask me how I’m feeling, I’ll tell you I’m just fine Ask me again tomorrow, I might just mean it this time Invite me to an event, I might be busy that day Don’t ask me next time, I could’ve gone, but I don’t say Do I need help you ask? Naw, I can do this just fine As I struggle, and hurt, I know the fault is all mine As the days go by it becomes easier to tell these lies I don’t like whom I’ve become, because whom I’ve become does not apply
Mojo
I sat and held you as you slipped away With a part of my heart, my soul, and my sanity Carrying on seemed so impossible I walked outside and fell to my knees This wasn’t happening!! This wasn’t real!! I went home and still called your name You never came. You never answered me. I passed out from exhaustion It was the ONLY way I was going to sleep I woke up screaming your name Bursting into tears, crying harder than I’d ever cried The realization had hit me like a ton of bricks
You were gone…gone, and I couldn’t do a thing about it!!!! I was angry at God for taking you away from me You finally came home…in a cedar box, with a gold lock and key As I held you, I cried and prayed for comfort and understanding Then I thought to myself, why wouldn’t God want the best dog EVER by his side? I’ll see you when I get home Mojo, I love you!!!! read more