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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1998393
Private life, public life.
Rejected.


I don't understand who you are,
mother that birthed me so young.
Sometimes I thought we were close,
the cruel words of rejection stung.

Craving your love was too much,
for my infant heart to hope for.
That empty space open to you,
if only you'd not shut the door.

Growing did not make it easy,
confusion came every day.
Public displays of affection,
private displays of decay.

Love seemed so long over due,
that fear kept my heart enchained.
Always dreading another rejection,
I accepted whatever you deigned.

Teen spirit turned me to anger,
cloaking me in hot embrace.
Rebellion had instant appeal,
a certain devouring grace.

Trouble followed my footsteps,
as I walked away from you.
Great sorrow was all consuming,
I wanted my life to be through.

Time was all that I needed,
mending the pieces of my heart.
Knowing you never loved me,
not even from the very start.

I know now I'm worthy of love,
the problem was always with you.
My children are testament to that,
my love filled heart knows its true.




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