Running the Cycle
You hated that cycle
Stationary, destructive
You would never ride
You would be instructive
...training behavior
The moment she arrived
You held her in purity
Cuddling and kissing
The absolute assurity
...I AM GOOD
Less than a year, gone
And you found yourself on
That blackened throne
You recognized wrong doing
Certainly worth pursuing
Getting her out of the zone
...destroying thoughts
It was skin on the petal
Chasing the air with bladed medal
Numb to screams of pain
Til the nasty demon was slain
...crying MERCY
Years past her trauma
She had created a world of drama
Blaming you for all her sorrow
You had become what you loathed
Completely clothed
In the wardrobe you had to borrow
...for the exercise
Sweet daughter, you have value
Still a baby in Mama's arms
It is the trauma that cycles
Bringing all that destroys and harms
...understanding
TRUTH remains...you are LOVED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-04-2023
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