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Gideon Mar 8
She doesn’t yell at anyone.
She laces her words with deadly poison.
Her voice is always so very sweet,
when she decides to finally speak.
Venom, it pours out of her mouth.
Especially when her tone goes south.
I am her victim, though I’m her son.
Sadder still, I am not the only one.
My sister, brothers, father still,
are all her victims, her precious ****.
But why does this woman hurt us all?
She was hurt once, so we all take the fall.
Gideon Mar 8
I miss what I never had.
Gentle reassurance and soft, loving encouragement.
Gentleness was not written in my mother’s movements
like a ballet dancer’s practiced pirouettes.
Her movements were more like my handwriting.
Jagged and coarse. Discordant and unrythmic.
I wonder though, were her movements intentional?
Were they truly meant to hurt and scare?
Or were they an absentminded reflection
of her own hurt and scars?
Gideon Mar 8
For you, a hand-made mother’s day card
For you, curiosity about your hobbies and interests
For you, endless forgiveness and grace
For you, tender, loving care during dark moments
For me? Abuse, trauma, and manipulation
Gideon Mar 7
I liked me better when
you hated yourself.
Now that you have found
beauty, I have lost my own.
Identified Mar 6
I speak to you, my child,
so you may let me go,
let me rise to the heavens,
where the angels await me.

I speak to you, my child,
so you know that I am at peace,
so you allow me to continue my journey,
where I am meant to be.

I speak to you, my child,
so you don’t hold me back,
so you let me run among the clouds,
where my path has only just begun.

I speak to you, my child,
so you set me free,
so you let me let go,
where my soul will finally be free.

Father, I have understood that letting you go
is to set myself free.

Father, here I light these five candles,
one to thank you for every gift,
one to thank you for every moment we shared,
one to honor all your sacrifices for me,
one for every inspiration and affirmation,
one to cherish every touch and every kiss.

Five candles that hold all the love you gave me.
Was it enough or not?
It was all we knew how to give.

I let you go.
Rest in peace.
I love you, Father.
By: Abigail Hodges
{Intro}
Mom, through the hurt you caused, I found my fire,
In the depths of pain, I climbed higher.
The walls you built were ones I had to break,
But through the cracks, I learned what it takes.
Your struggles and scars became my guide,
They taught me to find the strength inside.
What once broke me has now made me strong,
And in your shadow, I’ve grown all along.

{Verse 1}
You gave me storms, but I learned to ride,
Sailing through the waves with strength inside.
Your words cut sharp, left scars to mend,
But the fire you sparked helped me ascend.
From the cracks in my heart, I built my throne,
Every tear I shed carved out my own.
Now I rise from the chaos, steady and tall,
Turning all the pain into power, I stand through it all.
Your shadows tried to dim my flame,
But now I burn brighter, wearing my name.
The chains you forged, I broke apart,
Reclaiming my soul and guarding my heart.
Every step I take, I own my stride,
With the lessons you taught me, pain can’t hide.
I flipped the script, rewrote my fate,
Now I’m walking my path—no room for hate.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Verse 2}
You left me broken, but I found my way,
Turned the night into lessons that guide my day.
The echoes of your words tried to pull me down,
But I built my own voice and claimed my crown.
Each step I take is a testament now,
To the strength I forged, you taught me how.
From the pain, I rose with an unshaken will,
Climbing mountains that you thought would ****.
Your shadow tried to haunt me, but I broke free,
Now I’m writing my story, my destiny.
Every scar you left became my armor strong,
And the wounds you caused now fuel my song.
You were the storm, but I’m the aftermath,
Carving out my purpose on a brand-new path.
I took the darkness and turned it to gold,
Rewriting the story that you once controlled.
Your voice in my head tried to make me fall,
But I silenced the doubt and stood through it all.
What was meant to break me made me unbend,
Now my power’s a force that will never end.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Bridge}
I found my strength in the wounds you gave,
Turned the pain into power, learned to be brave.
Your fire tried to burn, but it lit my flame,
Now I walk my own path, shedding your name.
The chains you forged couldn’t hold me down,
From the ashes, I’ve built my own crown.
Your shadows chased me, but I broke free,
Claimed my truth, now it’s all I see.
Through the storms you made, I found my light,
Built a fortress within, made of pure light.
Every tear you caused became a stone,
Stacked high in the walls I now call my own.
Your echoes tried to haunt me, but I turned away,
I forged my dawn from the darkest day.
No longer bound by the weight of the past,
The strength I’ve gained is a fire that will last.

{Verse 3}
I faced the mirror, saw the cracks you left,
Pieces scattered, but I found my depth.
Your shadow tried to hold me, keep me small,
But I climbed higher, broke through it all.
Each wound a chapter, a lesson I’ve learned,
Every scar is a badge for the strength I’ve earned.
From the ashes of your fire, I built my name,
Now I stand in the light, unbound by shame.
Your voice in my head tried to hold me back,
But I paved my own road and found my track.
The walls you built couldn’t stop my stride,
I broke them down, left fear outside.
Each step I take is proof I’ve survived,
Turning darkness to hope, keeping dreams alive.
Now I wear my strength like a crown of fire,
A force reborn, lifting even higher.
I took the pain, turned it into art,
Carving strength from the ache in my heart.
Your storm became the wind beneath my flight,
Propelling me forward, into the light.
Now I’m unstoppable, a force reborn,
What was once broken is where I’m adorned.

{Chorus}
I rose from the fire, stronger than before,
Built my own kingdom from a broken floor.
The pain that shaped me, I wear with pride,
Through the darkest nights, I found my light inside.
The shadows tried to hold me, but I broke free,
Now the strength I carry is a part of me.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a win,
From the ashes, I rise and begin again.

{Outro}
Mom, a letter to you These words I write, they’re my heart laid bare,
A bridge between the pain and the love we share.
Through the storms you brought, I found my fight,
And in your shadow, I carved my light.
You gave me wounds, but they made me strong,
Taught me to stand where I once felt wrong.
For every tear that fell, I learned to rise,
Turning grief to hope beneath endless skies.
Your voice, though harsh, still echoes in me,
A lesson in strength I never thought I’d see.
I’ve built my world from the cracks you made,
Each stone a triumph, each scar a blade.
I’m letting go of the chains we knew,
Finding the strength to forgive, to renew.
This is my letter, both sorrow and grace,
A testament to the scars I’ve embraced.
Mom, I’ve risen, and I stand here whole,
A heart rebuilt, with love as my goal.
Though the past still lingers, I’ve found my way,
And carry your lessons with me every day.
This song/poem was written to express my emotions to my mother. It's also a song/ poem about resilience, never giving up, and not letting fear stop you from getting where you want to be.
daffodil Mar 3
I look for you in the people I meet
Drawn always to mothers and to crones
Finding myself at the edge of the earth
Searching for you
Though I know where you are
It’s subconscious
It’s instinctive
Needing you
aAr Jan 3
I see her dismal existence.
I see her eyes scream,
'why me?'.

Two people who raised her,
two people who loved her the most,
two people who took their own life.
The father left early,
she mourned and moved on.
As her heart and soul grew old
so did the bond with her mother.
Maybe it's after I came into the picture,
she truly understood the veiled weight of
motherhood.
Confined within her marital vows,
she still lives content
knowing that there is one other person
who truly understands her.
Warped, the world must've seemed
as she was pulled apart from that sense of relief.
As her mother left,
I watched mine teeter on the edge
of a meaningless pit.
As the seasons moves on, we hoped she would too.
But she is haunted
by what could've been.
Unlike all the other sorrows she has overcome
this one is too much.
This one is heavier
and much crueler.

I wish I could mend her forlorn soul.
but I slowly discern,
all I could ever do is listen.
Melanie Feb 25
I wonder if my father ever got my mother flowers,
if I'd seen a different kind of love
would I expect something different
expect more from people
feel like I deserved more
and not sell myself short
for any scraps I could get
hoping they'll finally fill me up
Prabhu Iyer Feb 21
I endure -
                this is
the way of the unblessed
                in a land of storms;
A moment expands -
        scared river on the hills
                 then back
tumbling
sandwalking
                 in a land of worms;
Holding hope
                 by the beat of heart,
closures
        ever birthing
                 in a land of proms;
And then a candle
burns through -
fragrant at night;
        The blessed
                  have their heavens;
The unblessed,
                  satori;
a miraculous light in a quotidian life
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