Accepting what I cannot

I know you

I said I understood you loved her

But I am not the reincarnation of your mother

You gave me the same name, but her soul is not mine

You say how the tables have turned but I am very much alive

You cannot make the dead walk in your shoes

Because you hurt the ones you have made when you seek your own truths

Did all the hitting make you feel better? Did your parents learn their lesson?

Does avoidance make becoming your hurt easier to avoid what you fail to mention?

I will not become you when the lights go out

My children will not be at fault for the sound of a phantom's shouts

I am not the product of your mistakes

I am not your mother and I do not pray with my knives for the things I cannot say

I became me and you said it was a sin

To cut my hair and let him in

I found clarity in someone who does not look for other people in my mind

When you failed to realize I never died