I was created with intent.
You raised me carefully
Like a hot house flower
Sheltered from the outside world,
Yet trapped inside
A little storm
I was a child.
Difficult. Innocent.
I did not understand
Why I should be more like you
When to be anyone but myself
Severed me
I lashed out
Again and again,
Silently begging you,
Imploring you to see
That every mistake I made
Was an attempt to improve,
Though you did not approve.
Now I am a mother
& my own children suffer
When I cannot control
The anger, sadness, fear, guilt,
The pain I feel
At never being enough for you
For them, for myself,
Or for anyone at all.
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Karoline (
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THANKS FOR SHARING & CARING KAROLINE ~ Thanks GOD for Mothers ~ They keep the EARTH on its axis ! APRON STRINGS are rigid ~ then elastic ~ then they SNAP ! C'est tuojours la VIE ! Loved the structure and flow of your poem ! Your BRIAN Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.
Thank you Brian 😊 You're very kind!
The scars of not being enough can run deep. You need to be like the Phoenix and burst those scars into flames and rise
I don't think you ever really get over feeling like you aren't enough, but you're right, every bad experience is an opportunity to start a new chapter!
I think parents - with the best of intentions - make many mistakes...... fear probably motivates most of them..... they're scared that if children veer off course they will be lost so they try to mold them into what they think will work.
I agree! I love my parents despite everything. They really did try their best. They just don't know how to be any way other than the way they are, and I've come to terms with that.
Yup! Parenting doesn't come with a manual!
"Sheltered from the outside world, yet trapped inside a little storm", that line hit hard, nice piece!..stay strong!!
Thank you 😊 x
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