Another Homeschooled Liar

a poem for the reflection in the window

I don't let the words rhyme,
instead I let them feel; 
flow out me like water for the pages 
to drink what is left—

the stain gently wanders 
from the mind to the heart,
ripping apart the feeling
like a hurricane through
a small town;

I will leave it, only then— 
to let you wonder if it’s that 
I know my intentions 
or if I am another homeschooled liar—

gifted at birth, yet cursed at return;
I will let this weeping
answer you in silence.

So heavy, oh you mother,
I don’t let my words rhyme,
I let them fall out into pieces 
what’s left as my soul begins to die. 

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