A Mother in the Shape of an Ewe
A mother sheep lays down to feed
She is in the spotlight
The heat burns her eyes, Her time has come
The tyranny of motherhood consumes her
Unsolicited echoes of her once unbound soul
Her life is now theirs, an inevitable symptom
Mindlessly latching what once was her own
Her heart became theirs, bleeding it dry
Copyright © Shayla Marie | Year Posted 2026
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