The wrinkles in your hands echo ceaseless queries

I try and fail to piece together the patchwork puzzle of white lies and half truths

Your aura glows with warmth and light
but your shadows haunt me at night

I never knew maternal love could be so painful

Your scriptures guided your sight,
Turning the other cheek,
Blinded by light

While they tortured and abused your blood
They took advantage of your nature

I forgive the woman you were
I forgive your blind eyes

But in forgiveness lingers pain, searing, each time I see your face.