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Hello, Mother

Poetry By: kaleidokaty
Poetry



My relationship with my mom is pretty rocky.


Submitted:Jan 12, 2014    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I'm bitter and hurt.
I don't say a word.

SILENCE.
It conveys what words cannot say.
She conceals her hostility
beneath fragile tranquility.

And all the while, I sit,
broken and afraid.
I want to cry out.
I want her to see me as I am.
Vulnerable, cold, and alone.

I don't know what she sees.
I don't know if,
maybe,
she's broken,
afraid,
dead beneath the surface
like me.

There was a time, I know,
some years ago,
we were one.
But time has changed us,
too many winters to chill our bones,
to make us cold.
Now we just cry alone.

She begs, "Let me in.
We can get through this."
But it only hurts more to hear her say that she cares.
Because I know I can't let her in.
My heart is ice.
Seventeen years of grief with no relief,
this is the effect it has.
This is the product.

So, I face the storm alone.
It's all I've ever known.





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