i am a mother who has just left her children.
trying to grow wings and escape this pain.
the questions whose answers might set me free
that change in the waning light
settling like teardrops hiding my solitude
like a cocoon of wet cotton wool
made fat on childhood dreams
i am fighting for love,
but i can only implode, mutely weeping;
and still no peace to be had
love lies asunder
echo unanswered in my lonely heart.
itâ€™s either fable or truth…
and thatâ€™s based on your perception
this is a “patchwork poem” the lines were borrowed from the following poems:
“guts” by jilly poet
“silence” by lirone
“song of knitting” by christine
“gift of youth” by paisley
“endless possibilities” by gautami
“whats the truth” by scott
“untitled” by writerwoman
“rain” by lissa