BlueRose wRitings

Childhood

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Every day is a disappointment

You accord me no tenderness

My hushed essence abides in the torment

Anguish I withstand like a harness.

You accord me no tenderness

I can only dream of your concern

All attempts for favor are hopeless

Leaving me only to humbly yearn.

My hushed essence abides in torment

All I crave is a pitiful allusion of your liking

Replete chasms fill me with malevolence

One pure speck of regard would be striking

Anguish I withstand like a harness

Bearing it deep beneath my skin

Pain is my proxy for tenderness

Mother, your love I endure to win.