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Seeking Maternal Figure
A Poem
What kind of mother
Cannot protect her child?
I know the fault wasn’t mine
But dammit some days
I cannot find the light;
The ones in your eyes
Used to shine so bright.
There is truly no fault,
Yet some days the sun
Is burning me to a crisp
And I remember you left your son,
And I am here without you.
I remember our fight
The eve before that morning
When you were gone without warning.
I cannot blame you
Because you’ve slipped
So far from my fingertips.
What kind of child
Can’t protect their mother?
I’m writing a thousand
Different poems here,
Yet none of them feel right.
I’m at a loss for words,
Searching for explanation
Through lyrical exploration;
When there is no reason
There are no metaphors.
When there is every reason
These words crash over
And threaten to destroy me.
I cannot find the stars
So far beneath these waves
Of insecurity and mistrust;
Their light has seemed to vanish.
