To speak of love beside the eyes of my mother
A watchful hawk
With no subject to a failed marriage;
Gladens her soul
To maternal air and advice for love.
Bless me o gods
To remove this heart of steel
Ever stiffened by blows on my mother’s skin
And a dead drunk man who was lucky enough to ruin it.
I shall not marry or love.
Both is to be a slave.
Because a philosophy of love is neither endurance of pain
Nor thorns of paths thread together.
Let me alive and with my self
Skin so soft
And clear eyes not dimmed from tears.
I am selfish to love myself, as my neighbour.
As a godly woman.
Not to feel pain unspeakable
But the help the hushed and broken.
Find your light!

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