I Hear My Mothers Voice

I hear my mother's voice among cracked eggshells and broken dreams her tears flowing quietly with acceptance upon my cheeks as I strive for a different lot than the one once allowed I hear disappointment in the long pauses of her sighs with just that ache that always yearns for so much more I hear the excuses tripping from sullen lips trying to curve into a smile but denial weights it down in corners where she was pigeoned holed I hear my mother's voice as I speak in words I don't wish to hear with inflections I don't wish to feel and with outcomes I never wish to realize and so I strive to find my own voice among the constant clatter of memory and probability searching to define myself separately with her voice to guide instead of control my destiny...