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Cypress

Back when the mental and sexual abuse was on a shelf back in the farthest, deepest and darkest hidden corner of my soul, and I felt I was living a somewhat normal existance, I composed this poem. It's directed at my mother, if she even deserves the title....

Cypress

Standing firm as Cypress roots
Holding steadfast.

Any loss felt
Only a temporary affliction.

Days shall drift by
Not a single remorseful thought.


Forever gone is her fate
Yet ceasing to relinquish
Life's last breathe.

Captive in one's own heart
Love for her nevermore

Standing firm as cypress roots
Forever this shall be
This motherless woman
Beautifully strong….
Me
cajunsunshine cajunsunshine 26-30, F Sep 20, 2010

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