My mother's touch is bittersweet,
It makes me want to run,
Out the door and down the street,
Away from the memories of what she has done
As she walks past she touches my shoulder,
And I'm a child again, pleading in fear,
Wishing I was older,
So that my mommy would disappear
I'm not sure if it would be considered abuse,
But no child should have that soul crushing fear,
And no teenager should feel the need to make up an excuse,
Not to have their mother near
I'm not sure if my siblings suffered the same,
Now anyway they seem to be fine,
They laugh instead of giving our mother any blame,
So many someday time will heal me and I won't feel that shiver down my spine
-Jack Q, written March 25th, 2024
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoetryCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
