Mom, it was getting worse
On days I kept doors closed for hours,
coz this globe has taught me
Love is here to destroy the most vulnerable parts of me
& yet it gave me nothing, but an enhanced void
Mom, I wish you unlock them
& embrace me beneath your blanket.
I keep lying to myself
things will get better &
I don't have to struggle to sleep,
but it gets worse.
As i yelled at you thinking
It would ease my rage,
I wish you would hugged me that night
& never let me go.
This world has been peeling my skin
I stared at mirror a long time,
but I never seem beautiful as the day
you saw me on your lap.
I am now covered with scars
& my anxious heart bandage my voices
with hushed whispers
"it will get better"
but mom, this isnt working.
Mom, I will be honest here.
Hours after we eat dinner in silence,
I still twist & turn in bed drenched in tears,
It s 3 am, I wish you show up in
middle of dark & rock me to sleep.
A void had made its home in my chest
& it looks ugly every time I see myself.
But on the other day, i saw you
hugging that barren tree which
world has forgotten to water.
& I wish I didn't runaway from you on sundays
when all you wanted was to oil my hair.
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Author:
Hazy Hues (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2024 01:26
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Comments2
Pain is evident in this write and it spills over into each line with the need for reassurance and looking to the past. There seems to be no forgiveness of self and letting go. A painful write
I always like to read poems as real, although I understand that's not always the case-but the realism was there.
We are all victims. Empathy can heal.
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