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.
-Goodbye mother.
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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