What a plight; The mother wound!
Passed from generations, down—
Adult bonds are doomed to drown.
On this grief I must expound–
Hidden currents pull them under;
No matter how the daughters swim.
Clinging blindly to the brim,
Maternal love becomes a blunder.
Though the basic needs are met,
And crystal clear, the love is there—
It waits to trap the coming heir,
To inherit the lifelong debt.
Trauma ripples, she knows no love,
Just the price of strict compliance
Trapped in absolute reliance,
Driven forward with a shove.
Treading waters, dark and vast,
Flailing like a drowning fawn.
Used and broken as a pawn,
Where no empathy has been cast.
Finding love is lost at sea,
Watching every lifeline drown.
Nothing left besides a frown,
And an anchor, to break free—
Monitoring resilience from afar,
The green eyed monster does appear.
Her words are masked to hide the jeer,
Ensuring there's a lasting scar.
Emotionally waterlogged,
Forced into absolute restraint.
Without a voice to make complaint,
The Outward channels remain clogged.
Fighting the anchor to stay afloat;
The anchor breaks the heavy chain,
Casting away the source of bane,
To watch the drift of mother's boat.
Lifed up by those who rescue
Floating on a raft of restoration;
A new life enters creation
Relearning peace beside the fescue
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
What a plight; The mother wound!
Passed from generations, down—
Adult bonds are doomed to drown.
On this grief I must expound–
Hidden currents pull them under;
No matter how the daughters swim.
Clinging blindly to the brim,
Maternal love becomes a blunder.
Though the basic needs are met,
And crystal clear, the love is there—
It waits to trap the coming heir,
To inherit the lifelong debt.
Trauma ripples, she knows no love,
Just the price of strict compliance
Trapped in absolute reliance,
Driven forward with a shove.
Treading waters, dark and vast,
Flailing like a drowning fawn.
Used and broken as a pawn,
Where no empathy has been cast.
Finding love is lost at sea,
Watching every lifeline drown.
Nothing left besides a frown,
And an anchor, to break free—
Monitoring resilience from afar,
The green eyed monster does appear.
Her words are masked to hide the jeer,
Ensuring there's a lasting scar.
Emotionally waterlogged,
Forced into absolute restraint.
Without a voice to make complaint,
The Outward channels remain clogged.
Fighting the anchor to stay afloat;
The anchor breaks the heavy chain,
Casting away the source of bane,
To watch the drift of mother's boat.
Lifed up by those who rescue
Floating on a raft of restoration;
A new life enters creation
Relearning peace beside the fescue
A mothers wound
