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Tangled Bonds:A Mother's Love
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 draw.
Yet in her touch, a soft caress,
A longing for love, a need to confess.
The tangled threads of love and hate,
A bond unbroken, a relentless fate.
For though resentment may linger still,
In her presence, my heart does fill.
For she is my mother, flesh and bone,
In her arms, I've grown and known.
Despite the scars that may remain,
Her love endures, through joy and pain.
So let me hold onto this fragile thread,
A mix of hatred and love, so tightly wed.
For she is my mother, flawed and true,
In her embrace, I find my refuge anew.
© amber21
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 draw.
Yet in her touch, a soft caress,
A longing for love, a need to confess.
The tangled threads of love and hate,
A bond unbroken, a relentless fate.
For though resentment may linger still,
In her presence, my heart does fill.
For she is my mother, flesh and bone,
In her arms, I've grown and known.
Despite the scars that may remain,
Her love endures, through joy and pain.
So let me hold onto this fragile thread,
A mix of hatred and love, so tightly wed.
For she is my mother, flawed and true,
In her embrace, I find my refuge anew.
© amber21
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