Open Wounds, Open Heart

My first abuser was my mother.

I find her in every lover.

I lose myself every time,

Trying to prove to myself I’m the prize,

Trying to prove that I’m worthy,

Trying to prove that I’m deserving.

Seeking validation from narcissistic addicts,

Chasing acceptance from egotistical psychopaths.

Those words may seem severe,

But they fit the battles I’ve faced.

My heart is so broken

Yet my heart remains open.

-- Zar  3/12/2024