Mother Goose

You took me under your wing, but why do you push me away. 

I plucked each feather to please you, presented them on a platter crusted by the shell 

Of everything you carved away from me. 

Oh Mother Goose of mine,  don't bother clipping my wings for each day my wings shrunk. 

Whether broken, clipped, or torn you serrated my ambition with your failed aspirations. 

How could I fly to the land you long for, if you never gave me home to stand upon?  

Swim better, fish for the family quota, just fly already. 

Mother Goose I cannot fly, your expectations as stones are cast at me, binding me to this forsaken earth. 

I gave up on reaching for my silver lining in the clouds.

You call me the ugly duckling but I weakly yet willfully waddle in the image of you, 

I stay silent for the fear my quack resembles a crack and the sound of my heart breaking slivers out of my throat.  

Mother Goose I'm sorry, I atone for my sins, give me a chance, I'm trying but-- Mother Goose! 

If anything ju-just give me a breadcrumb...please. 

Author's Note

Just a very quick write.

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

A very heartbreaking poem. Everyone deserves to be nurtured and loved whatever the differences between us all.

[QuayvonS]

Well said! Thank you for the review and taking the time to read this poem!