underneath the halo
she grins with triumph
a truth that she cannot see.
blinded by life's bitterness.
the seed she once created has turned
into something she cannot tame.
her second child is molded
shaped to be just like her.
while the first born
once again is lost inside her hell.
innocence seeps between her fingers
where the child's hand rest.
a creation just for her
a mothers love grows into,
obsession.
perfection painted upon the child
while the mother holds a greedy grin.
mother only has eyes for one.
fixated by the child in front of her
starring off into the distance
the one whom once held her glance
weeps.
replaced, tossed to the side.
ridiculed, guilt, fear.
she sets, plotting every aspect of her escape.
holding her breath
down to the last minute.
maybe in her death
she will finally be free
her eyes meet them,
infatuated by their bond.
sadness mixes with anger.
maybe only in their death
could she finally be free.
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Outstanding...
I can relate, being the oldest child... Makes ya kinda feel like the test run for parenting for the actual children they want...
Beautifully expressed in a wonderful narrative...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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Awesome
Great emotion and sense of rejection.
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Oh wow, I enjoyed reading this! I love these lines
"perfection painted upon the child
while the mother holds a greedy grin.
mother only has eyes for one.
fixated by the child in front of her
starring off into the distance
the one whom once held her glance
weeps.
replaced, tossed to the side.
ridiculed, guilt, fear."
Such emotion and passion written here
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Thanks for sharing,
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thank you very much ....I'm glad that you enjoyed it....
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