My 13-year old sister’s new poem!
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Mother’s Mask
They say, “never speak ill of the dead”
But you never spoke to the living,
Addicted to the pills like a tidal wave crashing our parade
You masqueraded in front of us
I prayed we could have seen behind the scandalous façade
Behind your mask, I never saw you for who you were
My blurred vision of you, made clear only by hindsight
Blind to your indiscretions
I never really knew you
You were the Titanic, sinking to destruction
I thrust my hand forward
But like the ocean waves, you knocked me down
We waited helplessly at the beach
Hoping you’d swim to the shore
And fight against the compassionless waves
Could I have saved you?
I realize now
You wanted to drown
-Peyton Beasley
** so proud of her for this! **
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