𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬

I don't grieve you no more,

for what you've done to my mother,

for what you have done to me and you,

Us.

You dared question the sacred relationship of a father and daughter,

you dared question my mother's character,

forged from your womb,

from your blood, sweat and tears.

I used to look at you with love,

I know you did too,

But now all I see is a nasty woman who'd do anything to get rid of her daughter,

by hook or by crook.

I

always felt a ghost looming around the women of our family,

passing down the vicious inheritance like blood and genes,

But then the petals of the dreaded truth unfold,

And I saw you standing behind,

with a grin so sinister,

it could swallow the

joy of others without flinching.

Your place doesn't feel like home anymore,

your memory doesn't feel like home anymore,

All I now see is the woman stealing the ecstasy of others.

All I feel is a wounding and seething ache

when my mind travels to the shadows of the past,

I don't know how to control that,

I don't know how to get rid of that,

But only if you were here,

you'd know what it feels like to be questioned for your sanity,

for your pain,

and for your battles.

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𖥔 ˖⋆ A bit too personal but here and sorry for disappearing everyone, got stuck with college and exams.

𖥔 ݁˖⋆˚ Thank you so much for interacting ❤️💫