I still pray to God
To bless her womb
And all the wounds
That she has sustained
I now know of her pain
And how nothing she did was in vain
My anger separated us further before
Her blood ran through me
But I wanted more
Back then I didn't understand
And I'll probably never fully know
About everything she sacrificed
While she was living on her own
She swam in tears
While her body was attacked by depression
Everything was falling apart
And no help was given at the doctor sessions
Her journey to cope
Caused her not to pick up the phone
I was feeling the effects of resentment
While numerous thoughts ran through my head
This is a message to myself...
Don't lose faith in her
Like you've done to so much others
She may not be perfect
But she still is your mother
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Forest (Wattys2016)
PoetryMy life is like walking on tightropes Over sweltering volcanoes With no safety nets...