"It's been too long"
I thought as I grab my hair,
pull my knees closer to my chest,
and hug my pillow
I'm not even crying
I only feel criminal
for not acting sooner,
but I guess that is learning
If I showed action upon the struggles
I would yearn death to take me before
It just had to be painful
like being afraid to fail a test
because of no knowledge of its contents
Agreed, It's been long
I have to do more rather than think it
Then I've said it
and now she needs space,
Making me regret words said
I can't tell if anything
will change beyond the night
Perhaps the sun could prove its light
when everything unfolds
Though she makes me nervous
She could do anything, I know
Like taking something away from me,
but she didn't
She kept cleaning
and cooking
and cleaning,
Refrained from speaking in her lovely tone,
Refrained from raising her voice
when something's wrong,
refrained from being the fun and loud,
loving mother I knew
before I spoke the truth
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Such a Poet
PuisiA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
