Lullaby

Lullaby

A Poem by Gypsy Willow

Jagged word

Laced in hate

Eyes that are

So frozen

 

And through it all

I say “Yes ma’am”

Praying kindness

Will warm you

 

And you don’t quite see

Or you don’t quite care

That the wounds you cause

Are deeper than just the surface

 

The scars will fade

The bruises will heal

But you can’t erase

The marks you’ve left

On my soul

 

You claim I’m fat

You say I’m stupid

I’m ugly, unloved

And worthless

 

I’m a failure

I’m useless

A mistake

You should’ve aborted

 

And you back these claims

With a firm iron hand

The spatula, the belt

And a switch

 

And for such a long time

I firmly believed you

For mothers

Can never be

Wrong

 

But how can this be

When they truly love me?

Is it false just as

You claim?

 

But if that were true

Why would they try

To heal what you’ve killed

Again?

 

They would have quit

When they discovered

How wounded

I am

 

But instead of running

They stay

To dry the tears

You cause

 

They mend the wounds

That you have created

They gather the pieces

You have scattered

 

They love me

 

And though you try

To smother the person

That I could be

They will never

Let me die.
 

© 2008 Gypsy Willow


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"Jagged word

Laced in hate"

was my favorite line. so well-written.

Posted 15 Years Ago


So heartfelt and full of emotion, I will have to make this brief because I must admit I am swallowing tears right now. But I" love how the lines are short and to the point, it really helps hammer the message into the reader's head. Thanks for the touching piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Gypsy Willow
Gypsy Willow

Staunton, VA



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I've been writing since I was thirteen and it will always be my passion. I really wanted to go to Pratt to major in Creative writing, but that is a dream left for when I have a larger pocket. I am 19 .. more..

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