I’m slipping apart
Deep gut groaning,
Your knife is sharp
and oh so subtle
No one sees the slicing
as pieces of me fall:
blood, tears and confusion.
Devotion’s greatest trick.
Betrayal by the longed for hope,
joyfully gathered to the heart.
Once before, protection pushed you out.
You said your sorries, cried for communication
and here we are again.
Cruelty masquerading as the heart I carried.
Pain pretending to be love.
No one else would be allowed in, after all this anguish.
Broken pieces of how I used to feel.
Wondering where the sweet creature disappeared to.
Mothers earn merit badges from the torture
of their children.
Feeling for you, one mother to another.
Teen years are tough on a parent’s ego, self -confidence and psyche for sure. Grandchildren are the medals we win.
lol. SO past the teens that we’re almost past the possibility of grand-children, too. No rewards here.