Short Stories & Poetry

Momma (NaNo Day 28)

There you are
down on your knees
praying and pleading,
hailing and praising
this woman you call
Momma.

Pathetic.

Is that who I used to be?
All a-grovel and
laying down my cloak
for someone so much
less than deserving of
such a decisive title?

Wrong.

She was so wrong,
that little child who
ran crying to her arms
whenever she came to harm.
What good could this
woman do who
did as much damage
as she ever healed?

Painful.

Sugar-coated relationship,
said you cared that
you would always be there
then dumped me in the ditch.
Well let me tell you
that that girl is gone
and I won't stand so long
for your manipulation.

Limits.

Something I never knew
to put down until
you stole my crown
and claimed it as your own.
Dearest Mother you
could've forewarned
of this tornado inside
before I got caught up in the storm.

Trapped.

Caught up in your
spider web of lies
like a tiny little fly, wings
caught in vicious strands.
And yet I love you-
how I love you.
Can't describe this pit
of endless emotion.

Love.

And so, I won't say
a single word but
stay silent to your
tirades every time.