“I always did love you, just had too many problems.”
Ten words on ink and paper.
Handwritten by her.
Pierces my heart.
Quiet pain.
Does she know I exist? Or care? Or want me?
I love her, look up to her; want to be her.
Unspoken. Forsaken.
Isn’t love also a verb?
Hidden shame.
I leave home. Searching for Mr. Right.
Run to him at sixteen. Happily ever after.
Young. Naïve. Taken for granted.
Thinks to mold me into his image.
His way or the highway.
Internal screams.
Motherhood. Baby having babies.
Crawl before walk. Stumble. Fall.
Clinging unto a strand, unraveling.
Faded dreams.
Years overlap. Encumbering.
Emotions are numb.
Hubby seeks greener pastures.
Two-timer. Tosses me to the wolves.
Abandon.
Grown children look back.
Open arms. Nostalgic.
Rebuild the fences.
Dying to live.
Forgive.
Original poem by Mary A. Pérez
Reflections From the Heart 
This is beautifully written, you did a great job. Keep up the good work. I saw it on David Snape’s page and had to see who was the mastermind behind the masterpiece.
Thank you so much for your encouraging words! Your compliments truly means a lot.
You’re welcome.
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so transparent and raw. touched my heart.
thank you, Mary!
Hugs Lenda!!!! xoxoxox
Love overcomes all transgressions. Our refuge for the heart.
Thanks
Yes. And I have since learned that love covers a multitude of sins.
Nice poem I like it..
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Thanks Bridget!