Views from the Valley Literary Magazine - Page 20

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