This poem is about a woman trying to serve her family while the demons of the past haunt her. They spoke death and doubt to her. She mustered up the strength to raise a family in the midst of the mental onslaught with her Redeemer by her side. It may seem dark to some, but it’s a reminder that things are never what they seem and you never know what’s going on deep down in the lives of those you meet!
Mother is her name
Her past in every footstep
Her future held in her hand
Her heart overtaken
With the laughter of those
She calls daughters and sons
The road ahead
Bright and shining
With hope’s whisper
Yet in the silence
Shame calls to her
Mocks hope and tomorrow
The secret reminds her
How captive she is
Chains bind her heart and mind
With memories of cruelty
Abandoned to the dark
Not by choice
But by rote
This is what we always do
This is the way we treat our own
Treat our own
Throwing the innocent to the wolves
She’s only doing what she’s seen
She only believes what they told her
Drowning in the obsession
To never do the same
But it takes her under
Just like her mother
And she’s her only rescue
So she thinks
“Not so,” says her Redeemer
Just believe
Belief doesn’t come easy
Belief is a fairytale
Believe in the best
She must, she knows
While darkness swallows her days
Despair her nights
Is this in her?
These patterns of her life?
Or a response to a lesser love
Is her heart that dark?
Or crying out for the light
And someone keeps turning it out
Her trust in all but herself
She betrays her own heart
Everyday
With every breath
While tiny eyes look to her
To her to hold it together
And she does
For them
While inside she falls apart
Her joy found in their eyes
Their lives
She gives it all to them
All her love
All her faith
All her joy
They have a way about them
Innocence
Pure light
Pure trust
Can’t betray that
She lays down her life
To make it all better
But it’s not
It can’t be
Shame and fear
Her taskmasters
Call to her to make it alright
To sacrifice more
Denial invites her
And brings with it quiet
A comfort
A lie
That she finds solace in
While everyday
Truth is calling
Screaming
Waving
Desperate to be known
But she can’t
She won’t
The risk is too great
So she makes her bed
In hell
And sleeps
Sleeps
Sleeps
CRISIE HUTCHINGS 
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