#LOOPPOETRYPROMPT
Question marks punctuating my Brain
Girl left to her own devices
Adolescence bathed in confusion
Always behind trying to figure it out
Divided emotions
Grown up yet little voices chiming in
Are you my mother? wide eyes seeking
Soul crying out How? How
do I do this?
One little word whispered among the shouts
Strategy, Strategy given
The spirit my longtime friend
Strategies at my grasp
The mamma I need here with in
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