Deception

Deception

There she is again, with that cold, hard stare

Always somehow managing to make me feel so bare

No matter what I do, where I go, she’s always there.

I’d hoped that once she’d passed, I would be free

But she had warned me that that would never be

She said there would be no place for me to flee.

I’d hoped her words were only a joke

Meant to scare me so she could laugh at my attempt to cloak

Hiding, avoiding, slithering by her in my mope.

Four years she has been gone from this world

And still my mind and emotions are being hurled

Like a whirlwind of cluttered trash again unfurled.

Laying out my life of failures, disappointments and sin

Me, the biggest loser, the only one in an abundance of kin

Can never catch a break, a lucky strike, not a single win.

I am what she drilled into me that I am

Making sure I knew that I wasn’t Daddy’s little lamb

I was instead, the Devil’s toe jam.

So, I took a stand, lifted my head and gave back that cold, hard stare

She never flinched or changed expression, she didn’t care

With a swift and accurate punch to the mirror glass, my knuckles bare.

Pain and pouring blood racked me

But when I opened my eyes, her face I didn’t see

She was my Mother and then she was me

Now they are both gone and I no longer seek a place to flee.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Mothers, painful reckoning...we often become our parents...maybe the parts we always wanted to avoid following after...
I can relate to this...there are still times i feel the shadows alive with both my parents...
I guess they will always be monitoring my moves.
j.

[Rhayne]

Thank you, jacob. Key word here is 'avoid'.

[Fay Slimm]

Such a shock of a read Rhayne which I can relate to so vividly - - your apt words take readers back to what may be the start of painful struggles. Thanks for sharing such a tricky subject so well.

[Rhayne]

Thank you, for reading. Writing became my therapy. My characters take such abuse sometimes.