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I am still here

I am still where you left me I will not move Heart trampled, spirit flown Not waiting, unseen. The tinman remains With neither heart nor mind Hardly breathing, not alive The water all cried. No apologies, nothing to forgive This is how it is now. Ten years was the gift Now my child is grown. You walked through the gate Into an older youth Without a hand behind If I had been good enough If you thought me kind You would have brought me along You see no option but to struggle alone. I failed the test A cameo role remains for the rest. For all your worries You rightly ask Whose fault is that? Answer clear in the dark. The trap of a single mother All choices were mine For every mistake and consequence I did the best at all times. Motherhood is not made of art and love Of constant fighting for what is true And fair for the child Whatever the cost. Wrong world and wrong time To perfect this life No more voice, no ears to plea For your next life, you did not choose me.

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