As I lie here in bed
Scrolling
Scrolling through articles
"Emotional Neglect"
I feel numb, disassociated from you
From myself.
Trying to find the answers, dreaming of a better future
How could you?
Pasting images of mothers and daughters on my wall,
Dreaming about the day when I get to mother my child.
I had to nurture and raise myself
Yet my inner child is tied up by chains
Chains that are too heavy for her to break.
Her fantasies create her freedom
She grabs the chains and makes a swing
She swings so high she can taste the cotton candy clouds
She's free.