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From A Mother's Point of View


I am forty-eight

and my child has betrayed me

the person I cannot live without

still ignores me

in day

in night

how come it happens to me?

always so dry

what if I die

before morning

and the door 

is still closed.

I have to learn how to communicate

in time for when I get older

my feelings are too vulnerable

isolation and pessimism got the best of me

they will see me

in the dark

talk about me

behind my back

There is nothing I want

except for my child to talk to me again

too much

has gone on

and the door 

is still closed.

Nobody even asks me what’s wrong

not even my side of the story

I should have been more vocal

about my feelings and my opinion towards it

why do I have to be

the one

always alone

I can’t get out of my bed

will I see the next day

to see my child grow up

and her door to the bedroom

is still closed.

 
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