For the love of a motherA Poem by Ghosty WriterFor the love of a mother, I tried my best, To find comfort in her, to lay fears to rest. But her heart remains distant, cold and unsure, Leaving me longing for something pure. I turn to her when I need a shoulder, Hoping her love will make me feel bolder. Yet silence greets me, or words so cold, Like I’m just a story she’s never told. I’ve given my heart, I’ve tried to be near, But her love feels fragile, shallow, unclear. I reach out desperately, holding on tight, Hoping someday she’ll see my pain and fight. I look to her as a mother, a guiding light, But she pushes me away, out of sight. If love is what I’ve been seeking all along, Why does her indifference feel so wrong? I’ve tried so hard, with all my soul, To forge a bond, to make her whole. But if she doesn’t want what I need to feel, I’ll find my peace, though it wounds so real. Still, I hold hope in my quiet heart, That one day she’ll see I’ve loved from the start. For the love of a mother, I’ve given my best, And I pray someday, she’ll see my worth and rest.
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2 Reviews Added on April 21, 2026 Last Updated on April 21, 2026 AuthorGhosty WriterALAboutWelcome to my little corner of the internet! I’m a 17-year-old who loves to write, and this site is my space to share my poetry and short stories with anyone who’s interested. Writing has .. more.. |

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