that night when
you told me my
passion won't get
me anywhere far,
i didn't lose my
confidence in you
nor stop believing
you.
ma, i lose my
confidence and
stop believing myself.
i still think you're the
best mom, i am just
not the best daughter.
⸺mum
YOU ARE READING
crying over spilled milk
Poetrycrying over spilled milk is a series of poems that often forms a lump in my throat; aching and burning, waiting to be spoken. you can be upset, worried, or unhappy about something that cannot be changed.
