Letting Go

May 30, 2011
By Fuzzytalon BRONZE, Constantia, New York
Fuzzytalon BRONZE, Constantia, New York
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Left me as a child
Even though I did nothing
That would make you hate me
Those things you gave me
I burned them in a bonfire
No, wait. I see one more thing
Green, on my wall. A dream catcher. It reminds me of you.

As I Grab it I feel the memories surging

Oh well, it’s time I bury it and forget you ever existed


The author's comments:
This poem is about me getting rid of the last thing that reminded me of my mother who abondoned me when I was 8.

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