With good confidence,
how can I navigate myself
out of the lost abyss filled with
a movie scene in every room and
a mother posed as a figurine doll?
Searching through my memory,
I remember her holding me once.
A motherly display
filled with the cold of a stranger.
While being held I could tell her soul cried
For a better life where I didn't exist
For a life without me was a life of abundance
and so, I packed my stuff and left at the end of the week.