Unhealed Trauma - Blog Posts

Maybe if my mother and I

were much more different,

it would be easier to fault her

for everything that happened.

To explain all the pain

I am carrying.

Maybe if my mother weren't

sometimes soft

pinning the fault would

go smoother.

if she didn't have the

same outline I have

if we didn't laugh the same,

share the same freckle,

chin, and ears,

and have the same interests.

Why did the universe make us

so much alike.

To whom of the counterparts

does this curse belong to.

Do I then blame

her or myself

as her and I look at our

mirror images

mournfully gazing at each other.