"NO MORE TEARS"


The task of trying to be a good daughter,
Has left my soul tormented with dry eyes.
There are no more tears to cry for you,
My ears are now deaf to all of your lies.

Subjected to abuse at your very own hand,
I learned to avoid you at whatever the cost.
Verbally you slandered, I still carry the scars,
And saddened, by what we have forever lost.

Your first I was, inexperienced you were,
Was I born out of love, please, tell me.
By the time I started school, you had six,
My childhood needs you neglected to see.

Learn from the adults, they set the roles,
Roles that are not meant for a little child.
How I have struggled to be anyone but you,
My thoughts of you, emotionally run wild.

Years have passed, I have my own daughter,
Determined, this sad cycle has been broken.
How hard it was, but I did not neglect her,
And, from my heart she hears my love spoken.


Belda J. Lynds  ©