In days of tempests, tears, and strife,
I find my heart weighed down with dread,
A sea of sorrows I navigate,
As I recall the words you've said.
Our conversations marred with pain,
The piercing sting of your tone,
Each whisper sharp as a dagger,
Leaving me feeling all alone.
You once reached out to my dear friend,
Behind my back, you chose to pry,
I stand ashamed before those I love,
My trust in you diminished, I cry.
With each mistruth and twisted word,
You shatter my spirit, my core,
Leaving me to question our bond,
As I stand trembling on the shore.
Our trust, once whole, now lies in tatters,
And still, I yearn for it to mend,
For in your arms, I long to find solace,
In your love, I wish to depend.
Yet every time I try to speak,
To share my pain, to make amends,
Your defenses rise like towering walls,
And my heartache only extends.
In my darkest hour, I reach for you,
My tears cascading like the rain,
But time and time again, I'm met,
With coldness, silence, and disdain.
How can I trust, how can I heal,
When your words are like a bitter storm,
Tearing through my vulnerable heart,
Leaving me battered, bruised, and torn?
Mother, in your eyes, I long to see,
The love that once cradled me,
A love that knows no bounds or fear,
That sets our troubled spirits free.
Yet in your gaze, I find no solace,
In your touch, no warmth or peace,
And as the tears fall down like rivers,
I feel our bond begin to cease.
We stand on opposite sides of a chasm,
Our hearts both aching, full of woe,
But if we don't bridge this yawning gap,
Our love will wither, fade, and go.
So, mother, let us weep together,
Let our tears wash away the pain,
For only through the cleansing rain,
Can we hope to trust and love again.
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