The glory of
motherhood shines brightly
into
the eyes
of those who cannot
see what
it's like to live
like this
anyway.
So bright
it hurts
in more ways than
one.
They speak but
do not hear.
Their voices
rage and
then are quiet
in the palpable calm
that follows
"Enough."
My truth looks
like a lie
to you.
But how can
you know
what you
do
not know?
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