There is a crack
In the middle of my soul
Where the ocean flows
And somewhere
Casting sails
Is the mother I never had
And the love she never gave meThere is a hole
In the forest of my soul
Where the sky falls
And somewhere
Ripping through the wind
Is the mother I never had
And the love she'll never give meThere is a break
In the dam of my soul
Where my hope goes
And somewhere
Dancing on fire
Is the mother I never had
And the love she has
But will never give to meSomewhere
In the dessert of her soul
There is a child
Screaming for rain
And in each drop of rain
There is a grace
That will never fall
On meThere is an empty bowl
On a shelf
In my childhood home
And somewhere
Gathering dust on a wooden table
Is the picture of a mother
That I will never have
Giving love
that I will never know

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The Silent Ones
NonfiksiA collection of poems and words about my life. About life itself. About humanity