No hallmark of neglect,
just an absence that smothers us.
Invisible scars
that taint every part of us.
Musty scent of shame,
a second skin to us.
Parents incapable
of unconditional love for us.
A home lacking love,
no boundaries to hold us.
Parentified children,
believed what was told to us.
All our own fault,
heaping their shame on us.
Empty mirror can’t reflect
loving kindness for us.
Now fully grown,
as motherless-mothers.
We watch and we listen
to learn better from others.
We rely on our friends,
our sisters and brothers.
Breaking the cycle
of what was not done for us.
🌻
To The Core 