Daughter

sometimes the path

is so strewn with shattered shards and dreams

it’s too heart-wrenching to traverse

sometimes a mother lies on a hospital bed

dying

alone in a sterile environment

and her daughter walks the hallway

feet-heart-head-soul-bleeding

maybe she is the one who is dying

but no

one look at her mother’s fading face

and she knows

oh god oh god

and she runs

runs

runs

and doesn’t come back

never to forgive herself

for being a coward

in the face of the vanishing breaths

of her mother

the one who gave her life

the one who counted on her

to be her friend

to be her daughter

to be her twin soul on this earth