i once placed your photos on my wardrobe,
my own small memory wall.
as i trace and outline your features in my mind,
your beauty and youth untouched by the hands of time
i ask myself - ''were you happy then?''
30 years have passed now,
sunspots glinting over your face
streaks of snow flowing through your black hair.
I now sit and stare
at our memories and my own youth
wondering if you ever loved the girl
who adored and worshiped you?
would you be happier if i never existed, mother?
YOU ARE READING
liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
