My mother is

a still life.

she is still

she’s forever dormant

 

She left me

I must endure

Without her

I have a still life.

 

The world keeps turning

With or without her

 

The wind still blows

The rivers still flow

 

I must still myself
I cannot keep
expecting her
I must quiet the voices
in my head

I must

still

life

 

 

 

 

 

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