My Truth

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I was my mom's seed, but she can no longer help me grow

When her high came down she would shed tears

Those tears are what helped me grow

I flipped pain into power so that I could become her gardener,

For i no longer wanted to watch her wilt away

My mind became a shovel,

I dug through her thoughts trying to dig out the pain

My heart fed her new soil that was filled with love and hope

My tears seeped into the soil, helping her grow once more.

But she still intoxicated the ground with heroin

And I guess that's the irony of it all

Once a rose is dead it's gone for good

Although I thought she was growing it was just a manifestation in my mind

Because i could not accept that mother's petals being dead

meant her soul was too.

-My Mother's Addiction