In the eyes of a daughter.

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 6, 2017


I see you, mother,
dipping out from the shadows,
lips ashen with words unspoken.
Please stop hiding from me.
You sip from mugs that
burn your fingers
yet all you can mutter is
“it will get better.”

And I understand.
Because the world is chaos
through my eyes, too.

You’re tired.
I’m tired.
The world is tired.
And it doesn’t matter that our
priest is on speed dial,
it doesn’t matter that church doors
will open for us any hour of the night,
it doesn’t matter that tomorrow may
shine brighter than we’re used to.

We’ll still be blinded…

The world is hurting
and the truth is, we’re not God.
We’re only human enough to
bandage our wounds, and maybe
someday, we’ll have enough strength
to heal more than just

our souls.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This is heartbreaking and sadly the truth. Hopefully in the near future more positive things will happen. All the best

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Michael

    A heart-felt piece Mary Anne, on the troubles of our world.
    We can but only hope, the future of future generations will bring changes for a better place.
    I enjoyed reading this poem
    Much love
    Michael :)

  • 2 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

    Awww, I can't describe how this made me feel Mary Anne. Gripping the heart and soul, the world indeed is hurting...so am I and my family. We are not God...we can only do our parts and leave the others to Him.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mark

    This piece flows wonderfully, the world is hurting in so many ways.

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