Ravaged for Love
My mother was the flower while my father was the bee.
Planted with his seed, did he flee.
Angrily, does she resent my seed.
For I was THEIR walking disgrace.
Kind words do not match their cruel actions.
The branding burns at my back,
leaving me to bare their maker mark.
Forever labeling me with shame,
am I left with disillusionment.
Picking up the pieces of my shattered ignorance,
I see the remains of the sower and the shopper.
Clutching the broken pieces to my chest,
feverishly putting them back together,
will I forever understand,
I was their unwanted seed…
Planted to grow but not to be cared for,
my roots wear thin.
Fragilely breaking over time,
my heart craves love.
Reaching out once more, is the seed pushed back into the ground.
“Stop acting like a child.”
“I hate you!”
“You’re a selfish, inconsiderate bitch!”
Tears seep out of the shell,
daring to wish for something else.
Huddling in the darkness,
ravenous for love,
is the seed left to know:
How can one wish for love,
when there was no love to begin with?
Andie Stella
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