poetry
25 August 2025 BY PEACE~TOLO THE WORDSMITH 2021©
She knew. The umbilical cord which connected us made us one. She always knew. I look on at her wrinkles; a story of grief, healing and reconciliation. The winds of change slammed our dreams across the wall. We had to carve out new dreams out of the pieces left behind. She loved me. I feel it in her silence; coated with the desperate need to understand me. The need to birth me again in her mind as the person I truly am. She always loved me. She hated me; the evil that wormed into her daughter’s life. She hated you for loving me. Heaven heard the echoes of your 29 • February 2022
cries as you were torn between mother and lover. Yet it slept while you wept, while you prayed for an escape, a better day. You cut yourself open, hoping to get an outlet for the pain, You flashed fake smiles at the world, praying no one would have to fake concern. You befriended demons; in hopes they would plead with their master to release you from the torment. Home became a cold hell. She hated you for loving me against all odds.
