Victimized
I sit with heart breaking,
Why is my son forsaking?
I look back at my past tomorrows,
Thinking, the next day, no sorrows.
I did my best, with what was given,
With my childhood abuse-unforgiven.
Motherly instinct were lacking in me,
Having no example, what a Mother should be.
With fear and shame, no loving arms,
My idea of parenting, only caused harm.
I've found my answer, I'm finally free!
Let go of the past-FORGIVE-let it be.
Now my son is on the same path,
With hurtful memoirs from his past.
He's doing his best, with what was given,
But for me, there's no forgiving.
His handsome face I never see,
For now, he has abandoned me.
God touched my life, made me whole,
Now the loving Mother, he'll never know.
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