Neglect And Its Echoes

This poem is a raw exploration of growing up without a mother's love and the struggle to heal from it.

I want to write,
Although it might,
Break me:

A Poem For The Mother I Never Had

And breaking could be,
What makes me whole,
Again - it's a scary ask,
To chew this stone.


Alas, It's Beyond Me

I'm a creature of neglect,
I live in lack of understanding others,
Who just sleep, wake, and walk,
And love — their mothers.

She grew an abyss into my soul,
A…