Garden path

I am not my mother’s keeper,
Nor fulfillment of her dreams.

I pray, someday she’d learn to see
I’m not her pathway to God.
Her life depends not on me.

This; poison of her womb
Despite her, strives to light
Grows on, past sweetest night.
I move with life, remaining strong,
Dreaming with her father’s sight.

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