glass wall

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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

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