MY DAUGHTER, MY PAIN

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MY DAUGHTER, MY PAIN

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FEELING SAD:

I see her beauty through the eyes of a mother,
I see her like no one else can or ever will

As I draw her closer into a hug,
the feeling of home returns

When I've fully embraced her,
I realize how small she is,
Like a delicate China doll

I continue to absorb her hug, and I'm reminded
anything is possible
with unconditional love

However, as she stands to leave, I recall
the sorrow I experienced when
she was absent from my life.

I become anxious

During the days and months of her absence
I could no longer feel her presence,
it produced a very bitter taste in my mouth

As she approaches the door,
her hand reaches for mine and
her smile silently reassures me

She will always find her way home,
Back to me,
She is part of me, I am part of her.

Then I realize, I'm mistaken,

She turns to say goodbye,
my chest constricts; I can't find breath
I see the truth, the hostility he has for
me, in her innocent eyes.

The bond between mother and daughter
forever shattered.
The fabricated unreality she
now believes to be true.
I cringe.

At that moment I understand
the depths of deceitful disdain,
the hours spent creating false narratives,
the way she will now always remember me

The whispers have taken ahold like a climbing ivy
wrapping tightly around her heart and
choking her ability to see me, the real me

The illusions he created, for her, for himself
to justify his malicious actions
The beast who did all those horrible things,
to me, to her
But it's me who is blamed for doing those things,
to him, to her

As she glimpses back one last time, I know
and it hurts to breath; she won't be around to
see me again.

I study her face, her beautiful smile, her
golden hair and I drink in her scent, her aurora
making a note of each expression, every move
and put it in a place I can visit without explanations

Our time together cut short, a mere 18 years
but treasured time well spent

She is part of me, I am part of her.

She will not find he way back home,
back to me
Not being allowed to even be her friend,
because I am lost to her; I exist no more.

A Mother of an alienated Daughter
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Post by Jayed Hossain »

When you have something to do you do nothing.

But when you need something then you don't have nothing🖤
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