To the strongest woman
who tried her best to mold me like her
carried me with love and care
poured so much efforts into me
carved herself as my protective shield
held me too tight my thorns made her bleed
you did your best for your little girl.
you raised her too well mama
world holds her kindness with a dagger to her throat
people plucked her petals and damaged her thorns
she was held to tight she forget the world was unkind
she was swayed till she slept never thought she would be assaulted
mama you let her play with kitchen knives never thought she would slit her wrist
she grew up in a shade mama the world burned her like a hay
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Pain is all i am
PoetryA series of poetries that describes pain , the feeling of being stuck as if you are drowning and there is nothing to hold on to.
