The Death of Us
The death of Us
-You go by Mom.
But are you?
You claim me as your bright and shining daughter.
I object. You have not provided evidence.
You whimper in and out of life.
Tossed by the whims of love.
You forgot something.
-Perhaps we cannot travel on this twisty path
of shadows and pain together anymore.
I'm tired. I'm done.
I've walked beside you far too long.
I can't hold you up anymore.
Mom, you forgot to hold me up.
-I relinquish you from the burden of being my mother.
It did not suit you well.
Freedom suits me.
Peace was not your legacy.
Protection was not your inheritance for me.
My life I live now in light and strength away from you.
Please forget me.
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