The Outside
My mother, she built up a shield around me since birth
To hide me away from the external world
Some sort of tired prevention, hoping it would make me all hers
Only after catching a second long glimpse of my distorted reflection
I realized that I wasn't perfection
I was a common example of defection
And though she did so with affection,
She ruined me
I broke down the barriers
And got my first real exposure of the beautiful,
Horrible,
Tremendous,
Tremble inducing world
In that moment, her red painted claws
Constricted around my pulsing heart
Giving me a terrifying start
And wrapping her way around my organs, inside my stomach, making me groan
Doubling over,
Unsure whether I can even love her
And I pull away, as I'm begged to stay
Feeling the warm rays of radiation on my tender face
I grimace
Thinking of the years she stole
Then, a smile
Thinking of the melodious millennia to come
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One Day Counts
RandomIn 2015, I will be writing one poem a day. These are those poems.