Complications of the Heart

via Daily Prompt: Complication

A mother whose mind is unbalanced

Says words to a beloved son she now regrets

For that son, it was as if she was an assassin

An assassin of his heart, his mind, of his soul

Eternally be forgotten

Never to be forgiven

Never to be honored

Never to be remembered

Why

Photo by Ken Treloar on Unsplash

For the son, she does not exist

For his brother, she barely co-exists 

For his sister, she is a ghost of mist

A nightmarish ghoul never to be missed

The complications of the heart 

Where does one even start

When words are spoken it’s over

Words are daggers; wounds with blood spilling over

These wounds can heal but it’s pride that tears apart

Happy reunion homecoming

And so a mother must move on; live on

She wants love; finds love wants to share that love

With the three who are now gone

Faith and prayer to the One Above

Is where it must go; needs to go; where it will go

But none want to know; wish to know

It’s just too complicated…

Photo by Edward Cisneros on Unsplash

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