She always knew she lived on borrowed time,
Gifted as she was, she soon realised time was not on her side,
You were never really hers, but a gift to raise until she was no longer needed,
To teach, to garnish responsibility, to gently transform, to assist, to guide.
**
Her most important task was to nurture you to maturity,
To ensure she was then made obsolete,
Once you gained traction within your own life,
She knew she was one you’d need to delete.
**
She did her utmost best; understanding that may never be good enough,
Was she perfect? No, far from it actually,
But all she did for you, she did with her deepest love,
She gave you her hopes, her dreams, her wisdom, her imperfections, contractually.
**
She gave you her soul!
Until she was left a shell of who she once was born to be,
She gifted you her heart, her love, her worry, her memory,
All in an endeavour knowing that one day you’d toss her aside as life’s debris.
**
She has struggled with the severance,
The sharp cut that abruptly dislodged the tether between you two,
She fought hard against the necessary acceptance,
Refusing to believe her existence was now through.
**
But time has weathered the tears; the breaking of her heart,
The blows have softened around the edges; the blade no longer sharp,
She understands she’ll forever bleed, that’s part of her life’s duty,
The ending more bittersweet than she anticipated at the start.
**
Her days of honour have now shortened, disintegrating,
Her job done to the best she knew how to do,
She understands she may not deserve forgiveness for her imperfections,
Admitting she made mistakes, in fact, she made quite a few.
**
Please put the past to bed now, please give her her due,
It’s time to let her go with grace, let peace reign here on in,
She’s aware she doesn’t have your gratitude or your respect,
She understands this is a fight she can never win.
**
Her final request is to ask for closure,
There’s too much water under the bridge, there’s no obvious fix,
So let her walk off into the distance,
Knowing she’ll never be missed.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (2)
Oh it's miserable.
And one day, his child would do this to him. It's the circle of life. What goes around, comes around.