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Unsaid
February 3, 2019
Sometimes I think my mother will leave. Sometimes I think she will pack her bags and walk away, and never look back.
She doesn’t belong here. Same as me.
But we never talk about it.
It’s almost as if the balance would break if one of us said we truly wanted out.
I have theories about why she won’t leave. Sometimes I think she stays with him for the money. Maybe it’s the guilt. It’s most likely the lifestyle.
Maybe she recognizes that she built her own cage, and feels that now she has to reside in it.
But I don’t know, and I won’t know.
Because we never talk about it.
© Anonymous
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I feel like everytime I see a poem about a parent leaving, it's the dad. Maybe it's because it happens more often but I think it also somehow hurts more to know that your mother, the person that birthed you and was supposed to nurture and defend you, left.