In a Dream
I saw you walking toward me,
in a dream; for only a dream would
tenderly look at me, for only a dream hath
maternal sympathy – your mind and heart
already forsaken, though a mother, your
leave taken – your spirit a fury
as Narcissus, if splattered his beloved
image –
Once beautiful, illness had distorted
your face, you blamed me, your blessed
newborn – all your misery directed
at me – henceforth, I was shaken from
the bow of every nesting tree. left to cry,
scorned, and alone –
To say I survived, is to know
I have just barely lived: for such
loveless countenance had left me empty,
with personality a vacant ruin – in the
depth of my depression, pleading
for answers, you once admitted,
to your son, full-grown, that you
had done this to him.. – may our souls
no turmoil eternally keep – and may
we awake together, someday, all
forgiven the painful appearance
of a bitter world, for its surface
was always coldly asleep....
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