Poem for My Disowned Mother
Ah, the divine, she mirrors her sire's visage!
Once you mused, in moments fleeting after my birth.
Clad in locks of sable dusk, and eyes of azure depth,
A mirrored reflection of him, I must've been.
Contrary to my brother, birthed with golden tresses.
As the universe spun, my hair paled, his darkened.
Our gazes azure, mine speckled with golden sun-kissed hues.
With these golden stars, my eyes danced with color.
Grey, blue, azure grey, and the verdant green.
You echo the essence of your sire!
You've declared, innumerable times.
My love for art, you frowned upon.
My absence of thrill, you disdained.
My lack of fervor, you lamented.
Why, you ponder.
Was it a reflection of your own solitary interests?
Did my mirror image bring memories of my sire?
You dismissed my passions, for they held no place in your heart.
Someday, I hope for your forgiveness!
I tried. Oh, how I tried.
Forgiveness does not grant you an audience with me.
Forgiveness does not imply I long for your proximity.
A joyous birth anniversary, dear mother.
The third year, I withhold my celebration of your existence.
I severed our bond to seek my own salvation.
I persist in my pursuit of betterment.
So, I implore, leave me be.