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
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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
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…
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