Activate said he can't show, so I'm not gonna bother with really trying to polish what I had written... just dropping it for feedback as is...
she sits alone on her porch, the rocking chair creaks
movin' back & forth, a memory on constant repeat
the topic on which she found it awkward to speak
birthing her hurt, placenta'd tears rolling off of her cheek
constantly weeps thinking about the soul that's lost
plus aunts, uncles & cousins killed in the holocaust
forced to flee the homeland when evil crawled across
she never slept, at night the third reich was all she saw
always on the move, she would jettison quick
but her family tree only branched the short end of the stick
the ring was the only thing she had from her mother
plus no mementos to help remember dad or her brothers
still she carried their essence through her survival
escaped the tribal fate, new worlds awaited her arrival
through decades of peace her youth decayed
her brow gradually wrinkled, slowly her roots have greyed
but a truth remains locked in the lens of the mirror
the reflection it projects is a death she couldn't see clearer
what she perspects in the polished glass is sacred
it's her twin... she's the burden of the one who didn't make it
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