A Warrior Within
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For Chris...
The flowers, sweet and guiltless, bloom
with early morning sweet perfume.
She braids her mother's auburn hair.
Naive is she, she's unaware.
Your life is not a fairy tale,
the wolf awaits to see you fail,
and Mother Dearest's sick extremes
lead down the path of broken dreams.
As time goes by you try to fight.
Alone you're cast into the night.
If only you could make them see
your broken heart would be set free.
Your will, so strong, will always be,
"but, Mom, why couldn't you love me?"
09/26/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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