Let the dust gather

My mother and I haven’t looked eye to eye in 3 days

I look down while walking, while eating, while I’m out of the room

My mind wants to forget it all and move on

But my heart is hurt so much that I can physically feel the weight of it

Of her words, her actions and these past years

I’ve tried being a wordsmith, a carpenter to fix it all

To polish this relationship that was always on the edge

But the wood is long gone along with my strength

I’ve shut the toolbox just like I did with my mouth and heart

Let the dust gather