She walks and talks, she cooks she cleans, she is but she is not. A part of her is missing, taken, far away and she is searching to replace this missing piece. She has tried alcohol, prescription drugs and people to fill this void that has been forced upon her but although these things soften the heart wrenching gut twisting pain that she faces day in and day out, nothing replaces the child she’s lost, she knows he is out there somewhere, living his life with a new mum and dad, and she hears from them that he is happy, and although this brings her some comfort, she still continues to live half a life, she goes out, works, lives life, all whilst nobody really realises that all the time she’s just a step from breaking like a thin piece of already cracked glass. On the outside, shes the tough resilent smiley woman that everyone has come to know, but inside is a big gapping wound that just wont stop bleeding, and every day is a fight to keep the blood from drowning her with no body knowing. Shes come to realise this will be her life from now on, so on the days she isn’t strong enough to do this on her own, she stems the bleeding with the people, alcohol and prescription drugs she has come to rely on, and on these days even then, sometimes she almost breaks, her body is weak from the fight of keeping it all together, her mind is racing, and her heart is sore, sore from aching for the son she doesn’t get to see anymore. People say they know, but little do they realise, living without my child, is living without my soul.