Amends

Momma, I loved you but I didn't love me.

Momma, I beat you down to who I needed you to be.

Momma, I couldn't look you in your honest eyes.

Momma, my eyes were tired, cold and full of lies.

Momma, when I vanished, I wasn't running from you.

Momma, you were always there to see me shine through.

You believed in me, like no one else ever had.

I'm so sorry I changed your happy eyes to sad.

I couldn't let you see me keep losing, never winning.

I couldn't erase the pain, start over from the beginning.

I missed you when I was so cold, lost and alone.

I wanted so badly to be in your arms back home.

I drifted -
So far.

I dug open -
My bleeding scar.

Mind was lost.
Soul tossed.

Look what I lost.
Self respect.
Body wrecked.

I stole.
Lost my soul.

I lied.
Lost my pride.

You're my Momma, my best friend
Give me another chance to be Jenn.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

That cuts Jenn. That was deep. I like how you repeated "momma" in the beginning of each stanza., and then kept it to two-three words per stanza when you speak of yourself, and the hurt she inflicted. It is sad how when we don't receive the proper love growing up it can affect us later in life. I had that same situation with my father, he wasn't there for me, and i always grasped to other male's arms. I no longer do this, but i feel where you are coming from.

[Pinky]

Looks like ur writers block is gone!!! Good job!!!

[a Messenger]

Jenn, that is such a sad poem. Your love. loneliness and regret shine through every line.
I sincerely hope you and Momma have reconciled and all is well. If not, send this to her.

Jerry