Mothers Cry

Make-belief homes, with weak foundations, and shaky walls, built on deceit and lies.
Decorated by statues of stone, so cold, look so sublime.
Masked faces, so perfect, I mistook for divine.
Held-on to the walls, to keep my home from falling, even when I was dying.
Endless silence that felt like abandoned life, yet rejoiced and danced, to keep it together for a while.
Wished and hoped things would change for those innocent glittering eyes.
Tried my best, did all I could, nurtured it with my love, cherished it with my laughter and smiles.
Love can change everything, was my belief, I was bent on making it all right.
I still hear rumbling of the weak foundation and walls drawing towards me and I fright.
A women’s life, so many challenges, so many hearts that can break in no time.
They say I have changed, I roar at times and cry in madness because I see their naked lies.
Stop living by this fake persona, get clean and keep sacred intentions before you enter this temple of mine.
My sweet home, so beautiful, so loving, crying out loud; oh save me from collapsing, my maiden, my keeper, my mother, would you save me or let me die?