Heavier Than Grief

The air is heavy in this quiet room. And every memory

feels sharper now. You made me, but you never stayed long enough to learn who

I was becoming. You ran from your own shadows and they reached for me too.

But this is the last time they'll stand between us. You weren't the

mother I needed and I wasn't the child you knew how to hold.

We spent years circling the same old wounds. Too tired or too stubborn to

heal them, but you're leaving now and I'm standing here anyway.

'Cause even with all your broken choices, I came from you.