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I’m lost within words 
   unwritten between 
     pastel pages of the past, 
Yet I weave lyrical love 
   for my sun 
in shimmering shades
   of sunsets and northern lights, 
wishing the amaranthine 
   tale of my heart would 
       be read and felt,
despite the tuneless 
  lines that f l o a t
       in sync with 
  the tears that 
     hugged my quilted quill.
So many verses 
   refuse to remove 
     their vibrant veil.

He’s always been 
   my favorite prompt,
although 
metallic metaphors 
  hide behind 
  crooning clouds 
   carrying rainbow runes,
envious of the 
   lavender love 
 I express through 
    perfumed phrases,
personifying the 
   perfection of 
    our boundless bond.

I remember the 
    selenite rays of June, 
ornamenting sapphire 
     skies with ivory petals
of musky roses,
reflecting the sensitive 
    speech of my moon child. 

Perhaps, the 
   universe heard 
       my poetic plea,
as I’m no 
  longer falling apart, 
like thoughtless 
  chains of 
   dominoes I’ve built,
in the hope no 
   storm shall 
     destroy them.

I’m more than a 
  victim to vicious vines, 
whirling across 
    colorless spheres,
deceived by 
   ice green lies,
resembling dying 
  poppies upon 
  fields of bramble weeds..
I am a 
  fluorescent bronze rose, 
blessed with a 
  shield adorning 
   razor edged thistles, 
sprouting, and swirling
   through spiraling darkness,
Yet redolent rhymes can never 
 synchronize how 
   motherhood changed 
     my vain vision of 
   pearlescent priorities and
  periwinkle perspectives,
from obsidian tears 
    to glistening gloaming.

Who would have thought 
that maternal heartbeats 
    could mirror 
       endless rivers of 
    russet reveries,
rippling with responsibilities,
    that ebb and flow 
             in highs and lows,
although time 
    unfolds trials of 
      purified patience,
I've awoken my 
    instincts to 
       follow intuitions.

Trust has 
  become my nemesis,
unafraid and unmoved 
     by envious eyes,
that mirror 
   deceitful dialects.

Once a fragile target, 
now my strength 
    is unshakable. 
I've seen him blossom 
   in an effervescent spirit.
I rise to the sound 
    of his acapella laughter,
as the symphony 
   of his golden sighs
emanate fragrant flowers
    flourishing within his 
       faultless heart.
 
He is my son, 
in days of 
   defeated darkness,
he is my reason to smile,
and weld weapons 
   of hope to slay demons 
within wicked winds.

For he gives me purpose 
      and reason to release  ink.
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