A fester of grievances piles high on my temple. A tsunami of disruption and pity that wants nothing more Than my tranquil waters. I have crested the waves on a creak And landed in splinters.
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Mother – A Poem
Take a breath and let weeds Grow knots around your neck. Tangling a mothers despair Of a child who forgot That she was ever there.
Lily Portman 