In a world where right must be upheld
A mother’s pride stays tightly shelled
To admit a fault, a burden to bear
Seems heavier than the tenderest care
But hush, dear daughter, your heart’s true cry
Your feelings matter, they reach the sky
For in the midst of her intractable claim
Your truth and essence kindle a flame
Excuse you? No, it’s her who falters here
In her determined pride, love’s voice unclear
Your worth is vast, your feelings true
Hold onto them, they’re a part of you
I long for my mother to experience the freedom of letting go of her pride and stubbornness. I yearn for her to come to me with an apology. While I believe in the potential for anyone to change, I must let go of my hope in order to spare myself further pain.
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