This Thing That Was My Mother
This thing that was my mother, so
withered and blackened now,
was once so kind and loving, but things have changed somehow.
Remember when you'd hold me, and soothe my childhood fears?
You'd help me with my homework, and wipe away my tears...
You loved and fed and nurtured, with fierce maternal protection.
I always felt the warmth of your enormous motherly affection.
I thought it would last forever, but your feelings took a turn,
Now you say I'm dead, because of things I've learned.
You threw away that love you had, you tossed me in the trash,
and now where your heart once was there is an empty gash...
From inside my trashcan, I feel my wounds and mourn.
All your love and goodness, replaced with hate and scorn.
It hurt to lose you mother, you meant so much to me.
I have to let you go now, I'm healing and I'm free...