Mother

What have i ever done to you, 

but love you?

I did not chose you, 

you chose me.

why not make a life,

built from the ground,

with sturdy wood,

and pillars all around?,

instead you built

a false foundation,

on jealousy, 

bitterness,

and ridicule.

One day, 

you knew,

id come,

crumbling down.

I am not you,

though you tried

real hard to change that.

I've finally got my own wings.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Deep...I had an overbearing mother...I truly enjoyed the emotions. Heartfelt and riveting read.

[Chaos_Collector]

Sounds like things turned out well in the end for you which is great. Excellent detail in this poem :)