She knew her mother was lost. Babbling in her own world. There was no hope. The girl tried to escape the cell in which her mother incarcerated her in. Thinking about how wonderful it must be to be free. Experience liberty. Suddenly her mother was tired;weak..ill in exchange of that moment of pain the mother offered the girls freedom but only if the girl would someday appreciate her. She was confused and had mixed feelings. One night she had a horrible nightmare. The next day, she remembered the good things about her mother. The was she was treated as a toddler were her golden days. And she was free.
Omg! It's my 100th poem! I really wish I would've rhymed this one but instead it came from the heart while I was sitting on my bed practicing a monologue. I look forward to sharing many more poems and thanks for sticking around!
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
