The Mother Child

She's 46
but like a baby she clings
so obsessed with feeling wanted
she was never ment to be a mother

She's 15
takes herself so seriously
Has to be the mature one
has to pretend things are okay
She rarely laughs
rarely smiles
Oh, The mother child
At night she curls in a ball
clawing, clinging to her dreams
She dreams of laughter, fun, and smiles
She dreams of screaming and running for miles
But thats all they are
Because when she wakes
her mother lyes waiting, pleading
for the little mother child.

poem by Kelsi Brockway
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Crashing trees
and burning fears
They make us shed endless tears
Filling eyes and flowing hate
Speeding torrents
Whirling swirls that drag us down
Pulling, Pulling till we drown
It fills are lungs and floods our mouths
Words never said
Scream within us now.
'I love you, I hate you, I miss you, I care'
All these things that burned to be said
But arrogant pride
Kept it captive inside
Now learn from our fate
Remember to says the words that burn
Never allow arrogant pride
to block what you feel in your heart
From coming out of your mouth.

poem by Kelsi Brockway
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