Her

She reminds me of my mother

Selfish pretending to be kind and supportive

Though all her actions are driven by one single cause

To feel safe and protected

 

Each time I think of her

I see her smile and the fright in her eyes

That drives her to sell out,

To lie, to betray

 

She pretends to be strong and capable

Though it is challenging for her to decide upon the smallest things

She does not own her own choices

That she traded long ago for a protective blanket

 

I detest her

I can’t forgive her

For not having provided all that a mother should

In protection of herself

 

I am so scared to turn out to be like her

That I run like a hunted animal

Cross oceans, lands and seas

I am in constant exile from myself

Until I forgive and find peace

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