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mother inside me

There she is lost and confused
There I am, drowning hopelessly
Deep within my sadness, and she singlehanded saves me. . .
Gentle yet I feel her grip my hand to pull me
Out of the pool of emotions I lie in
With nothing but the sound of her comforting soft voice
She stands tall and beautiful
I see a reflection
In the pool I look down upon I see me. . .
But the clear water fools me,
For the women I stare down so admirably, isn’t myself
But a mother is in fact who sees me.




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