Its hard to hear your mother say she wont forgive you.
Even harder to accept that its true.
That no matter what I say to break down that wall,
There’s no passing through.
Some say wait patiently.
But time makes things worse.
Because every minute makes it easier to ignore,
Both a blessing and a curse.
Some say we should talk to fix us,
While were clearly beyond repair.
The more we talk the less things make sense,
The less we even hear.
Some say get over it,
But sometimes shit hurts.
Going around it doesn’t drown it,
The remnants and scraps still lurk.
I try to understand her,
Try to break into her mind.
But end up wandering. Lost.
Finding no hidden secrets or signs.
She barely even speaks,
And when she does its not worth listening.
The shallow topics don’t scratch the surface,
Of our bitterness and history.
We place the blame of our misfortunes on each other.
But is it excuse if it’s the truth?
The past is like an anchor,
The more I run, the more I lose.
Its hard to hear me say I wont forgive her.
Even harder to accept that its true.
But won’t we both regret this?
When we are deceased and through?
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