samsara
kindly trade your voice in exchange for my happiness, my child.
for motherhood is a cold and barren place, filled with nothing but loneliness and regrets. the warmth i was promised with is but a sweet nothing.
you see my child; my mother too left me with an emptiness waiting to be filled.
i was lured by the premise of a faraway place where this heart of mine shall never stop feeling full, a beautiful garden of roses. but alas; thorns and crimson colours akin to blood were all i found.
but not to worry, you too shall have your turn at happiness, my child.
maybe not now, nor soon, but maybe in the distant future – for you too has been left with the same emptiness in your heart as me. you too shall be seduced by the same warmth i was once promised; a desperate yearning for happiness.
it is not yet your turn.
and so for now, just let me have mine.
—d.n.p.
