Yet every version of who I was is trapped in forever.

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Okay so I am here reviewing this absolute masterpiece.
Good Morning/noon/evening/night whichever part is at your place.

I must say this is written with so much grief and pain. The feeling when you wrote, "I can try to believe that your hatred was not intended to harm me", sure will help people resonate with the times when one love someone so much, respect for someone so much that they can't just blame them for what they've done. At that time it really shows how much one has grown and learnt. I believe it is the true maturity, that is understanding that the person, actually, for real didn't intend to harm them.
Because not everyone can behave with us the way we want or would like them to. People are strangely different, and one must accept this truth as early as possible.

The part where you mentioned that the mother is responsible for the sorrow and trouble but she is only studying for the cure, it is true. It is really because no matter what they do, most mothers really never intend to harm their children. It can be because of the way they grew up, they way they were treated in their families that have molded them to be who they are right now. One should understand the other person's pain too before judging them for their actions...
We can always work together to heal each other. It isn't really necessary that the grown ups will be at peace. Because mostly they are not. It is difficult for all of us. We are the same.

At last when you have mentioned that the truth that has made the person face it all, is to make upto them forever. It shows how tremendously the person wants to love their mother. It is true that childrens come with the art of loving unconditionally from birth but the society tends to make it crooked and dirty.

Lastly about the catchy, creartive and poignant heading that made it possible for me to read this strong but sad poem, it is true. Many forms of who we are goes away. We tend to change from being pure and innocent to be trying to adjust in this ever changing society. But again we should always try to protect our core, that is who we truly are and just try to live and love, because their isn't anything else worthwhile.

hi!! This is a beautiful poem. It seems to be about the speaker's mother who hurts the speaker, but also tries hard for them. The mother is unable to prevent herself from harming the speaker who is "Trapped in a coma, induced by bites of her poisonous apple." but she also tries to heal the wounds that she created herself, "relentlessly, searching for a cure,/To her own venomous bite" The poem shows two sides of the mother and maybe also implies that humans are not all good or evil, they're just humans, and they try. The last line is my favourite, "(but I also believed in Santa Claus and stepped on sidewalk cracks)." This shows that while the speaker tries to believe, they're also remembering that belief doesn't make something true. Its about the futility of belief. There are some lines which I dont understand but am very curious about, "Eating the dust I pray endlessly to be made of." This is very interesting and it makes me think about it.
Also, in this line "Have casted me (in the direction of healing, somehow)." what is the purpose of the brackets?
Thats all I've got. This is a great poem Have a great night/day!!

Hey Ellie!! How are you?? ^^ Dropping by for a review on your gorgeous work!
Let’s get into it, shall we?

Firstly, I love how heartbreaking and emotional you made it, I could really feel the emotions pouring out the screen and the whole poem flowed together and rushed through like river water. Powerful yet calm. Dangerous yet mesmerising.

As I must say, I hope this poem isn’t based on personal experiences and if it is I’m here anytime to talk as mentioned(oh yes thank you again for lending me a helping hand the other day, much appreciated<3)!

Now, I understand the piece is based on bad relationships between mother and child and I find that heartbreaking and it’s quite controversial actually because some people say that parents always love their children and they hurt them out of love sometimes but I quite lean towards disagree. I’ve heard of parents doing unimaginable acts towards their own offspring and have 0 mercy or compassion the whole way. It’s terrible but unfortunately does happen and it’s enough to make my blood boil hot enough to warm two cups of ice cold coffees!
The descriptions and clever metaphors also add to the emotions conveyed making this an extremely powerful piece!
I particularly love the line:

“ Trapped in a coma, induced by bites of her poisonous apple. “