Dear Mother,
My Dearest Friend,
I've almost been brought back,
To my true form,
I crawled to my forgotten stage,
To where it all began.
Leaving my shell I felt vulnerable,
Tearing feelings into words,
Hurt more than it should have,
Breathing was unbearable,
Without you I was Invisible.
Thrusted into this world,
Your support,
Caused my happiness,
Made me feel safe,
Turned what I am,
To what I should be.
Exemplary exectucation,
Of what I've always wanted,
Representation of dreams,
Manifestation of my hope.
Chaos resounds,
And My heart pounds,
As I ponder on life,
The Decisions clutter,
All Pain disappears to nowhere.
Trusting my gut,
I wander into the abyss,
Hoping for a chance,
An encounter of reality,
To the Beloved.
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