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Wounded Soul
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*~ My Mother ~* August 19th, 2004
A hole
In the delighted soul
Band-aids to cover the wound
Of a mother that pushed and never cacooned
The spark
That never came out of the dark
She ran and hid
From her own kid
She pushed farther and farther away
She never thought to stay
She needs to live a life of her own
Without her kids she feels prone
Empty and alone
One day my mom will be shown
Because I have a hole
In my wounded soul
