My biggest love
My greatest fall
What good comes from it?
I have to ask myself again
and again.
Nothing.
Seemingly only pain is a result.
But when I see her
I cannot bear
To hold a grudge
For all the ways
I am now messed up..
She puts everything
Behind her
Doesn’t leave room
For healing.
I shout from
The trail
She left.
Hoping to reconcile
What we used to have
But it’s only
My imagination
In reality
I cannot forget
What’s she’s done
How much pain
She has wrought
But
I play pretend
That’s it’s all okay
When I call her
Mom.
"My Biggest Love"- Kierstin Rogers
Artwork by Hannah Kuizin