The dark night is my soul.

by manda   Nov 4, 2016


I long for her to hold me,
I've dreamt her soft,sweet smell
Yearning for my mother's love
Led me into hell.

She abandoned me with nothing
except her dark disease
A hopeless,desperate junkie
To be high,is to be free

Then i heard love calling to me
A seedling in my womb
That seed meant nothing to me
Until the day it bloomed

Now i am conflicted
my darkness touched by light
I can see the morning looming
After i embraced my soul's dark night.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Manda,

    The effects that parents can have is so vastly extreme, it's terrifying. The power they have over their children is all-encompassing and so can be wonderful or awful. It seems you suffered the latter, with your mother at least.
    However, when we have our own children, the board gets wiped clean and - in no small way - we can begin to put our pasts right.

    This is excellent,

    Ben