In the depth of night, emotions churn,
A tumultuous sea where feelings burn.
For she who bore me, my mother dear,
A source of love, yet also fear.

Her words like daggers, sharp and cold,
A tempest within, a story untold.
Yet in her gaze, a tender grace,
A fleeting glimpse of a gentler face.

The wounds she inflicted, deep and raw,
Echoing pain, a relentless...