In the veil of darkness, my childhood wove,
Beneath a mother's toxic love.
Her words, like knives, would cut and sting,
Each barb a venomous, painful thing.
Blind to the hurt she caused each day,
In her darkness, she chose to stay.
Her treatment, a relentless storm,
Left me battered, broken, forlorn.
Her whispers carried venom's bite,
Each syllable a poisoned blight.
With every cruel and callous act,
She painted scars upon my back.
In her blindness, she could not see,
The damage wrought, the agony.
Toxicity flowed in her veins,
Leaving behind invisible chains.
Yet in the midst of endless night,
I found a glimmer, a spark of light.
For in the darkness, I grew strong,
Resilient amidst the wrong.
Though raised by hands that caused me pain,
I rise above, I break the chain.
For in the depths of despair's embrace,
I found the strength to find my grace.
So here I stand, no longer bound,
By the toxicity that once drowned.
For in the echoes of her abuse,
I found the power to break loose.