I watch her arms wrap around him,
My brother held so tight,
And wonder if she remembers
How I used to feel so light.
Her warmth seems distant now,
Though she's here in the room,
A space between us grows,
Like flowers that never bloom.
I can't recall the last time
She held me in her care,
The comfort I long for,
Vanishing into thin air.
I want to tell her my worries,
Let her in on my fight,
But her eyes seem too far away,
Dismissing what's out of sight.
I wait for her to see me,
To notice when I break,
But silence fills the distance,
A hollow I can't shake.
She hugs my brother close,
Like I wish she'd do with me,
And I ache for just one moment,
When she'll make my heart feel free.
I crave the words I never hear,
"I'm proud of you, my dear,"
But her praise remains a whisper,
A voice I'll never hear.
So I bury my sadness deep,
Afraid she'll never see,
The elder daughter who craves
A mother's love, just for me.
Every hug she gives himFeels like a bruise on my heart,And I wish, just once,She'd hold me when I fall apart.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
