Because She Is A Daughter

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