She Hates Her Mom

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignores
her now she’s old and dull and not aware.
I told her toxic feeling rusts and scores
the soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d care
imagining severity and sores
in mother-history. She won’t go there.
Her peace does not abide in shrink, on shelf,
because she has to first forgive herself.

(Ottava Rima)

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