Ambivalence
I saw her walking down the street.
No, that’s a lie.
I checked her room first
then I saw her walking down the street
alone as always.
I don’t know why she does it
Maybe it’s the strict rules
or maybe she’s just angry
about not being with her mother
I just don’t know…
We got along so well
when she was younger…
and now…
It’s like she’s rejecting everything that I am.
She came to stay with us
after her mother was taken away
I did my best
but I knew
I couldn’t replace her mother.
And there she was
walking down the streets alone at night
with shadow figures following her every move.
What were they?
Where were all the people?
What was happening to humanity?
Something wrong with this poem?
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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