Projections of a love
Small and filled with power
Run across the panorama of my consciousness in playful gestures
Vapors of fleeting pliability slip through the fingers of my rigid memory
My heart mourns.
Retracted tears seep through the encasement of hardened feelings
To remind me of a love
So small. So filled with power. But not mine to hold forever.
The heartache of a mother with
Nothing left to say. No further roles to play. Nothing left to give.
Projections of a love
Broken and shattered into corners of
A dingy bathroom floor
Press into the center of who I thought I would be
The stench of flagrantly foul behaviors choke the life from
The truth of an innocent voice.
Her soul mourns.
Enacted fears poured over the strands of my DNA
By those who washed their hands and walked away
Leaving me bound to an inner concrete jungle
Still a flower grew and gave her
The right words to say. The right role to play.
And something sweet to give.
Breathe.Gratitude.Love. 
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