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The penny drops
The Penny Drops
My heart bleeds...a butchered goat...barely alive,fighting relentlessly.
Hard to hold onto...as it slips through countless hands.
The penny drops...but only one... for this week,fallen from lifes torn pocket
I think of my responsibilities on this day of honour...
Once again, I put on my already abused mask...for my family... for my children.
Lifes razors continue to etch its sadistic art on my face...time racing...a warhorse determined.
My children say that Im in their hearts but I know that Im excluded from their lives...a paper jet folded roughly and tossed into space.
As the penny drops...the only evidence...a watery crystal...a symbol of true pain.
Happy mothersday...a day of emotional rain.
My heart bleeds...a butchered goat...barely alive,fighting relentlessly.
Hard to hold onto...as it slips through countless hands.
The penny drops...but only one... for this week,fallen from lifes torn pocket
I think of my responsibilities on this day of honour...
Once again, I put on my already abused mask...for my family... for my children.
Lifes razors continue to etch its sadistic art on my face...time racing...a warhorse determined.
My children say that Im in their hearts but I know that Im excluded from their lives...a paper jet folded roughly and tossed into space.
As the penny drops...the only evidence...a watery crystal...a symbol of true pain.
Happy mothersday...a day of emotional rain.
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