wildwordwomyn (wildwordwomyn) wrote in _survivors_,

untitled: a poem

This is a poem about my mother but it's for any uneven relationship.

She says
she loves me but
I have come to the conclusion
that our
definitions of love
When I ask for help
she sighs and
slowly stands away from me.
When she asks
for help
I sob and swiftly kneel
before her.
I figure I may be more
But I wonder sometimes
if she is
more honest.

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Tags: poetry/prose

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