Oh, mum,
I think the world has a bone to pick,
I'm not sure why,
But I feel it wants to take your spine.
You've always been a strong woman,
Even when faced with adversity.
You've always had a solid backbone,
I feel the world wants to take it.
You've been at the revelation of a lie,
Who thought an 'aunt',
Turned out as your big sister.
You have felt the sting of those lies,
You have been kept in the dark,
Of your own family's secrets.
"Which one?"
Were the words your sister used,
When you asked,
About all the things you didn't know.
I'm sorry, the woman you thought a sister,
She is your late half sister,
From your late mother's previous marriage.
That marriage also brought you,
Your half-brother.
Your late father had another son,
I'd assume before he met your mother,
One who you and your siblings don't know.
You said I'll never know the same feeling,
Of being treated as untrustworthy,
A judging little girl,
Because you raised us better than that.
I hope that stays true.
You've had, at least,
Four family members leave,
In the past nine years.
As much as that sounds like only a few,
Grief is a wound,
That refuses to heal quickly.
Half were medical mistakes,
One was full of pessimism,
The last,
It would have been painful to continue,
Full of disease.
Oh, mum,
The world isn't going to stop,
It's forever going to continue.
The world will keep trying,
To tear you down,
Finally take your strength.
Oh, mum,
The world has a bone to pick,
I fear it wants to take your spine.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
