Her Emancipation

She thought she had been healed, Of her wounds and pains, She thought she had been mended, Of the tears and cuts. Time hasn't done much to heal her, Seasons hasn't done much to erode the hurts, Nightfall hasn't done much to cloak her traumas, Maternity hasn't done much to blank the injuries. She carried them on the inside, They journey each mile with her, She cocooned them in her chamber, She pushed them to a corner of her cauldron. Her passing away elucidated them, Her mother’s demise brought them to light, As she talked about her mother's neglect, The stifled pains eased gradually. The burdens of decades were taken off, The latent pressures wore away, There was a rush of the healing stream, She could see with new eyes. October 24, 2022.