Theirs nothing like the love you receive from a parent . Being wrapped in one of their hugs is like being taken away by the steady current .
No worries , no pain , the strength they possess is the strength you gain .
No fears , they wipe your tears , encouraging and uplifting, their love is never ending... though resentment is something I sometimes feel, suppressing my emotions is a heavy deal.
Hugs and kisses , I wish I could feel, pain is written and concealed in the deepest parts that I don't think can be healed .
Taken away, put away, not by the current but in places I don't feel safe , the strength they posses I don't receive the strength they posses passes by me .
Fear all over me , tears cascading , when will you see the change in your baby?
No one understands , it looks to be just fine , not a scar or bruise, this wound isn't put into view .
There's nothing like the love you receive from a parent... if you speak on it or not your pain will never seem to be apparent , a parents duty to just know, when in reality they don't know you enough for it to show...
The split in your heart they won't see, the slit in your wrist they'll read .
- Donna
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
