Yearning for mother- daughter touch

Yearning for mother- daughter touch

This imposter.

Judgemental scorn is spat, marking me out. A part of the group, but still stiving to belong. Years of knowing better informs them, and me. Yet raw wounds are good for jabbing to win a point.

Then silently a new antagonist enters. An undiscriminating killer. Past injurous beratings we push aside as the invader barges in. This stranger plunders our lives. At once petty grievances are given up - purely to survive.

Instinctual bonding drives the fight for higher good, extending hearts and hands to save all souls. This imposter teaches that not ill, but love, is most infectious.

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