I grew up without a father in the picture,
It was only my mother, a strong presence that never withered.
I watched her struggle, doing her best for us,
And in her pain, I saw the depth of her love and trust.
I grew up, aware of the pain she held within,
A burden she carried, a battle she couldn't win.
I didn't want anyone else to feel that way,
So I put her feelings first, my own needs held at bay.
But now I wonder, am I trying to fix her in my own needs?
Reflecting on how my father failed my mother indeed.
I grew up, understanding the complexities of love,
And the scars it can leave, a reminder thereof.
The women I attract, they too are codependent,
Unable to love me back, their hearts seemingly distant.
I give my all, needing reciprocation in return,
Yet they struggle to meet me, a fire that doesn't burn.
Perhaps it's a pattern I've unknowingly embraced,
Seeking to heal the wounds of the past misplaced.
But I must learn, in this journey of self-discovery,
To find someone who can love me with reciprocity.
For I deserve a love that's genuine and true,
A connection that's balanced, strong and grew.
I'll break this cycle, and learn to love myself,
So the love I give and need can be shared in perfect health.
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talking to the Moon - that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryI share the words that have flowed from my heart over the years since my last publication. Although it's been a while, my pen never rested; I continued to write, capturing the essence of my experiences in verses that resonate with the soul. This col...
