my own mother, no more than an extra presence beside me she tries to reach me, but she fails her warm, loving hand, barely grazes me she tries to grasp my heart, but that's a hopeless gesture shes no longer a comfort, shes now a precaution my heart is delicate, fragile, while hers is tired and curious I'm a puzzle to her, with lots of missing pieces one of her many kids, but the only who can't show their love hatred is not a good look on me but changing my facet is painful I push my mother away, in hopes she despises me that she sees me the way I see myself but a mothers love cannot be shaken her love is stronger than my need to disappear tougher than the demand to force her away her love is everlasting, and for that I'm grateful I miss being your daughter, I miss my mum but my trust is hard to earn, and you've diminished my hope for you