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when my mother was fifty,
she ran away from her life
just ran
she couldn’t stand it anymore -
her life dictated by the needs
of so many others
so many
since I remember how it
felt to not know where,
how, if she was
I don’t want to run
but as time goes by,
as my life mirrors hers,
as I disappear
more and more
I understand why she ran
and why, if I must,
I will, too
she ran away from her life
just ran
she couldn’t stand it anymore -
her life dictated by the needs
of so many others
so many
since I remember how it
felt to not know where,
how, if she was
I don’t want to run
but as time goes by,
as my life mirrors hers,
as I disappear
more and more
I understand why she ran
and why, if I must,
I will, too
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Take your time. See it as material. If you get the mindset right, the work will follow.
The poem is good, but, just out of reach, is something better?
The poem is good, but, just out of reach, is something better?