By Sweety Debbarma
Heart weighing by unspoken ache,
in a darkened room, she sighs.
Fighting battles within a daughter’s heart,
where wounded echoes rise.
She writes a letter, words that speak of void,
longing for love that heals the wounds
she couldn’t avoid.
Provisions for birth and care, but
neglect a heart’s plea?
Somewhere in her heart, she yearned,
an embrace to set her free.
“Dear Mother”, she begins,
as she paused and mused.
“I’ll be different, but I wonder,
if my motherhood will sing a different tune.”
“I’ll never be a mother quite like you.
For in my dreams,
a different path I’ll pursue.”
She dreads the thought of passing
the legacy of pain,
a mosaic of scars,
a haunting refrain.
Confronting her deepest fears,
in her dreams, she believes anew.
Breaking the cycle of pain,
crafts a love, tender and true.
Doubts persist but a better mother
in her mind, she’ll be.
Cherishing a mother’s boundless love,
with open arms and eyes that truly see.
And though she fears she may falter,
Yet dare to dream of motherhood,
so genuine, never to alter.
A glimpse of flickering light,
deep within her core.
Hopeful whisper echoing
“You’re precious, worthy of much more”.
Beneath the uncertainty,
“I aspire to nurture with love”.
With a daughter’s heart on journey,
seeking to rise above.
Wishing to heal, forging a bright new dawn
With hope she prays, love rekindled,
A new beginning spawned.
By Sweety Debbarma
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