I am my mother 

Repeating words and sentences

That were not meaningful the first time they were spoken out loud

Until now

I am broken and tired 

And perhaps a bit unfulfilled

Since there was such a long time ago someone fulfilled me 

in the ways I've dreamt to be fulfilled 

Maybe it's my own fault of not letting love in

Until now 

Not letting anyone near the borders of my body, 

the shores which men have walked along but never dived right in

Until now

Until now I've been my mother 

Dreading for the future and all that lies ahead

Looking at her limbs, the ones she never uses for anything more 

than to reach for gold she didn't dig for herself

I am my mothers genes, but not her soul

I am more and I am strong and I am terrified of the resemblance 

that sometimes come along

I will one day be a mother and I will show my child my soul

I will let myself be vulnerable but it will be a lesson for what's strong

I am a goddess and a hunter and I will always dream of more

But I will never reach for riches, that were never mine before

I don't know what their king ever did

He's in every frame in every house, 

and they're praising him like he's pure magic

Maybe he's the kindest of souls, 

and the carrier of a 

heart that can carry thousands

And maybe he's just a man with power

My body aches from sunburn

Without the sun ever being out

Shower me with water

From the holy well of light

My back is bent from heavy weights

That another one called love

Whatever happens, is it faith?

I guess we'll never know 

My love is missing elements

Someone else has told me so 

I'm chasing after fragments

I guess I can't let it go

If my family would have ever listened

for my screams at night

They would know that this was how I felt

Hollowed and left for the ghouls to feed on

The notorious blood ties that counts for nothing

Yet remain the thing my soul aches for the most

Pity the ones that long for something they’ll never have, I thought

As if I didn’t trust in my own future, my own ability to create anymore

The holes from my time will haunt me the longest

I’ve accepted this, and slowly started to fill them in

But when the demons keep throbbing within me,

Which version of me can I trust not to let them in?