You hold the hammer tight
I can feel with dreaded anticipation
Crashing deep into my chest
My glass soul
Crumbling into a million
Shards of pain
I came for answers
Like you were a guru
Or a god
Pleading with you
To hear with my thoughts
My face
Where my tongue
Couldnt move
In the right direction
Mumbling in frustration
Your eyes
I dont know if they
Carry sympathy
Or hold back scorn.
I fall silent and walk away
The Never ending journey
Of desiring to be heard
Respected.
I walk out the door
Suitcase propelling me forward
I wont return
I know now that
There is nothing more to do
My heart is complacent
But my soul burns
The shards of glass
Beginning to gather
And form
With each piece into a picture
They dont need to understand
I will walk this journey
On my own.
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you are very good at poetry @FatMama I like writing poetry too…
this poem is about you…
always happy to cook for the children, she moves through her day…
sometimes life is just too gray, but she defends her life through the fog…
there is a light that glows day and night…
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Thank you! I’m teary eyed 
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