Mother


Here I stand,
Like a mere silhouette,
In the shadow of the moon.
Revealing my most simple features--

The rest of me isn’t important.

And there you stand,
Simply glancing over my shoulder.
Correcting and creating me,
Pounding and carving me into shape,
With no real concern of the outcome.

But still,
I can only thank you.
For, scars last far longer than kisses do.

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This is a true story of overcoming a childhood of abuse.