A FLOWER BECAME A WEED
Confusion and pain,
Tears falling like torrential rains.
I look within, only to find
Brokenness and sorrow,
Emptiness and darkness.
I encounter less than nothing.
No spirit or soul, nor will to live.
An aching void, swelling inside a wretched heart.
Lost within a self-made vacuum
Slowly dying as life continues on,
Out of my reach because of paralyzing fear.
For a past love that was never real,
To calm my fears and ease my sorrow.
Distressingly aware of the uselessness of my quest.
The one who brought me into this world,
But never gave me life.
Confusion and pain--
Mother, please let me be born again.
Crouching down, hiding in the shadow of a deep ravine,
the ground beneath me is shifting and unstable.
In this desolate darkness, I am haunted by your eyes,
glaring and empty, eyes not befitting a mother's face.
The harsh coldness of your touch, its unspeakable pain,
causes a violent avalanche of memories.
Defenseless and paralyzed by fear,
suffocating as the falling earth entombs me,
I am abandoned in the rubble by you, my only hope.
Desperately alone, I await your return,
crying in vain for you to find me
inside this stone grave of your creation.
I ache for your love, so long forlorn,
to finally deliver me from this slow, painful death
of living a life entombed.