This illness has many cures that lay often untouched
A cyclical sickness that isolates from touch
Learning to hate
Yet yearning for a lesson new
Something like the gentle clasp of a hand that says
"I see you"
Anyone willing to walk with you through the dark
Or a conversation between two languages
Which may ignite a spark
A mother, a God, or creator
Shall not love her children because it is right
We shall be cherished by the breath we draw
Just as death
We are all bound by life
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Mary Magdalene
PoetryMy personal collection of original poems that may encapsulate a feminine aura. Covering themes of girlhood, motherhood, depression, sexual abuse, beauty, and the many disparities of womanhood.
