I am Mother's
drawing curtains stirs the dust and ancient demons left for dead that never came or went I am mother’s suffered youth the shifting skies of childhood pass illuminated scenes of hidden lies surrounding I am mother’s broken trust beyond the soul is something blackened in shame and hopelessness smothered and forgotten I am mother’s scorned ambition every sunset brings questions of worth and value to this world unanswered and left null I am mother’s dreams abandoned fate deals some an unfair hand like wind blown leaves or trodden sand this life meant something I am mother’s frightened child my swollen eyes still spill tears for nothing ends, nothing begun the silence of sorrow I am mother’s empty cup pretending never harmed us or lost the spoken word we swore lets just leave it be then I am mother’s boiling blood GBE Written July 8th, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 01:46 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"drawing curtains stirs the dust..."