As your hair slowly grays year by year, I still succumb to your will.
My will is anything but my own.
I succumb to the will of time and I am left tortured, stuck, obsolete, and immovable.
I am left with nothing but my love for you.
I am the ruins that somehow manage to keep your perfectly painted mansion afloat.
I am the rusty nails that keep your wheels rolling.
You guide me and you shove me back and forth, without thinking to take my consent.
But had you asked me for it I would gladly remain attached to you.
I would glimmer at the mere thought of the glory of being your shield in the war that you’re living.
I have given you the best gift of all, a gift you will never learn to appreciate through no fault of your own.
How can you even show appreciation when you can no longer speak?
I have given you my time and my love and You?
You have taken my life.
I have gladly handed you my life and it is in the palm of your paralyzed hands.
I can’t even think of trying to break apart from you because you and I have now become one.
I was born of your flesh, but now time has sewn our bodies together.
We have become a quilt made of two broken souls, lost and unguided.
I do not believe in fate, but I know that since my very first breath this has been my purpose.
You are the reason behind every smile on my face.
You are the reason behind my every in and exhale.
You have brought me here to love you, mother.
To care for you, mother.
You have brought me here to provide the unconditional love you couldn’t give to your children, mother.
You have brought me here to fight your battles.
And mom, I will never fail you.
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