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Doth a Heart Inquire
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Mother Doth a heart inquire the realms of love
Years after deep inside the womb
What for, then, shall it speak of
If this child suffer maternal wounds?
She is cold and her heart hath broken
Whilst slicing a now-bitter soul
For whence, a year unspoken
Defied thy mother; refused to extol
Alas, fury harbors wrath
In a fiery-cold emotional pain
Hatred leaks into the veins of love
For her mother, she’s emotionally drained
And this child no longer speaks of
The woman who bore her into the world
As she has long since passed that childhood
Half woman, half broken little girl
Whose gradually making herself a name
A mother, herself, she’ll not be the same
And so long has long since passed in time
Her heart, not can not so much as be mimed
In an angry performance to masquerade her pain
She exited quietly and never went home again
hey Stacie, you remember me? How's your life? Hope you found the love and comfort you have ever wished for.
Still you know WHERE to find it.
Sabina, still writing.
Have a blessed life