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how original... a poem on mommy issues
I desperately want to turn back time
And scream in my mothers face
That she fucked me up inside
All mothers fuck up their kids I guess
She is always crying in my memories
Begging after men to love her addictions away
I want her to look me in the fucking eye
And see the hatred that is frozen in there
I want to grab her face and make her see my pain
My mother is a shakespearean tragedy
And she has used me as an anchor in her story
I'm the one who will always love her
Who will always wipe those mascara tears away
But I've cut her loose into that storm she created
She has been drowning me my whole life
My mother could never be described as a happy person
And I'm fucking tired of life as her daughter
Sadness doesn't heal what she has broken
I won't carry her burdens any further in this life
And scream in my mothers face
That she fucked me up inside
All mothers fuck up their kids I guess
She is always crying in my memories
Begging after men to love her addictions away
I want her to look me in the fucking eye
And see the hatred that is frozen in there
I want to grab her face and make her see my pain
My mother is a shakespearean tragedy
And she has used me as an anchor in her story
I'm the one who will always love her
Who will always wipe those mascara tears away
But I've cut her loose into that storm she created
She has been drowning me my whole life
My mother could never be described as a happy person
And I'm fucking tired of life as her daughter
Sadness doesn't heal what she has broken
I won't carry her burdens any further in this life
Published 16th Nov 2022
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16th Nov 2022 9:52am
Dear B,
Wow. Amazing write of detaching. Within your poem the reader can see how the roles are reversed. I appreciated the boundaries set and the strong emotions created by such a relationship. The title should not be overlooked as I loved it’s biting sarcasm. Great piece. H🌷
Wow. Amazing write of detaching. Within your poem the reader can see how the roles are reversed. I appreciated the boundaries set and the strong emotions created by such a relationship. The title should not be overlooked as I loved it’s biting sarcasm. Great piece. H🌷
16th Nov 2022 1:59pm
Thank you so very much Honoria,
I wrote the poem before the title and when I was done I just kinda rolled my eyes a bit in a humourous way. I've only been no contact for a couple months now and I feel more alive than I ever have. Wanting her to get better is like wanting the sea to be purple... Pointless and bad for the environment (me, I'm the environment 😂)
I wrote the poem before the title and when I was done I just kinda rolled my eyes a bit in a humourous way. I've only been no contact for a couple months now and I feel more alive than I ever have. Wanting her to get better is like wanting the sea to be purple... Pointless and bad for the environment (me, I'm the environment 😂)
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17th Nov 2022 4:41am
Thank you, breaking away from my family has been a long time coming. It's hard when the holidays are coming at me like a runaway train. I know it's for best at the end of the day
21st Nov 2022 6:41pm
"But I've cut her loose into that storm she created"
It's difficult to forgive and forget. This line alone creates a visual image of the depth and emotion. The perfect parent doesn't exist, even now I reflect back on on my fuck ups and ask for forgiveness in the ways I've handled things.
Those moments frozen in time are hard to put away and change the image. Your poetic expressions flood the page with a reach and rage that touches our hearts.
Strong write Blue.
It's difficult to forgive and forget. This line alone creates a visual image of the depth and emotion. The perfect parent doesn't exist, even now I reflect back on on my fuck ups and ask for forgiveness in the ways I've handled things.
Those moments frozen in time are hard to put away and change the image. Your poetic expressions flood the page with a reach and rage that touches our hearts.
Strong write Blue.
