Mère
My heart is so soft
Soft enough to crumble in your hand
To squish
To break
Made soft by you
After being bruised so regularly
Beaten so violently
Broken so frequently
It tends to bend to you
Even my will is not strong enough
A fleeting moment of tenacity
It’s never enough
My DNA betrays me
Half him, half you
It’s so pathetic
To watch myself from above
Fall to my knees again
It’s so horrible
To see your hate for me
And take it with a smile
It’s so awful
To be yours
When you don’t love me
Like I’m your fucking child
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Heart-breaking. The short lines give it a clipped feel which works with the unfolding truths.
Very strong poem, from another soft hearted person
Ugh! Well done.
I appreciate the physical sense described in the beginning, and the anger at the end.
Your poem is raw, vulnerable, and unflinchingly honest.
You lay bare the reality of loving in the aftermath of trauma, how repeated hurt softens the heart not into gentleness, but into something fragile and yielding, easily shaped, or crushed, by the one who holds it.
The progression from “soft enough to crumble” to the explicit memories of violence and betrayal maded me ache with exhaustion and longing with each line.
Thank you for trusting us with this truth. It matters.