hey mom

Mom, can you handle it? Can you bear the weight of the pain you've inflicted upon me? Can you endure the countless nights I've spent weeping for you, my heart heavy with anguish? Can you hold dear the prayers I've whispered into the void, hoping for your touch, but only found myself alone? Can you embrace the shadows sewn with scars, the trauma you left embedded in my soul, wrapped in glass shards and tears? Can you grapple with the memories that haunt my dreams, the memories of your harsh words and sharp rebukes? The times when your love felt fleeting, a candle extinguished by a callous gust of wind. Can you fathom the constant battle between my filial affection and the scars you left behind, a tug-of-war fought silently within my heart? Have you ever paused to look within the mirror I held up to reflect on your actions, or are you still lost in the illusion of your own innocence? Can you accept the truth, Mom, the harsh reality of the pain you've caused me, the void of love and care you've left unfilled in me? Can you acknowledge the scars you've left on my heart, the trust you've shattered, and the fear you've instilled?