Dear, woman that shall not be named
You are the tragedy my naive heart yearned for
That was until it got what it wanted
Not knowing fully what it was,
like a child discovering that when their mother told them the stove was hot
She was not lying
You were the spark that gave my heart the courage to hope
Hoping for blue skies and fields full of daisies
My mind was the mother
Warning her child about the hot stove
The child didn't listen
And was shattered into millions of pieces
Scattered across the floor and walked upon
By you
You were my mother for ten wonderful years
How could you do that?
Leave your 3 kids
You abandoned us like some trash on the side of the street
You were the tragedy that both broke me and made me
I am a chandelier of shattered glass
Each piece shimmering in its false sunlight
Now cause of you my heart cannot step into the light
Without being torn apart, limb by limb
Piece by piece
Forcing itself to pull back together and smile for those young hearts
Who are still so naive
I was a better mother to my siblings at 10 than you ever were
That is saddening
I understand I wasn't meant to happen
A result of bad choices
To the world, I am a bad choice that was made for a good reason
I will not let you shatter me further,
Instead, I'll pick up my pieces and build a glass wall
A clear wall so that you can watch those young hearts grow
But you will never touch again but at the will of those hearts
