I grew up in the shadow of your love,
Not gone, but never fully here,
Your heart was always elsewhere,
A ghost I could never hold dear.
You were there, but only in body,
A mother in name, not in truth.
Your eyes were windows to another world,
And I was left behind, without proof.
I mourn the childhood I never knew,
The love I was supposed to feel.
But instead, I learned the taste of second place,
A wound time could never heal.
You chose them—lovers, needs, desires—
Over the child reaching for your hand,
And while you lived your life untethered,
I drowned, struggling just to stand.
Now as an adult, I wear these scars,
Invisible, but cutting me still.
I grieve the mother I should have had,
The empty space I can't refill.
It’s strange to mourn the living,
To weep for a love that never bloomed.
But I stand here, a child inside,
In the garden of my heart, consumed.
So here’s my elegy, a song of what could’ve been,
Of a bond that never tied,
Of a daughter, left to wander,
In the absence where love should’ve lied.
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoesíaCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
