Pangs of Living in the Twilight

Invisible to others,  
But visible to you,  
Oh, Mother,  
In the light but hidden from view,  
Yet seen by you,  
Oh, Mother,  

I cried,  
I don’t want the world to see me as I am,  
I don’t want the world to see me in my messy puddle,  
I don’t want the world to see this lesser part of me.  

Oh, Mother, embrace me,  
Oh, Mother, tell me again those words that guide me through a turbulent sea.  
Oh, Mother, my heart bleeds, and my mind plummets into the darkest night.  

There’s a deep silence.  
My mother smiles and holds my hand,  
As tears stream down my face.


August 18, 2026.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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