A mother’s deception of love, makes young hearts turn blue,

A strong bond fractured from stories untrue.

Her jealousy was venom poisoning the air,

Through years of accusations wrapped in false care.

Years dripped slowly like ink on a page,

As the girl grew older, she harbored silent rage.

Her mother’s manipulation, a twisted ballet,

Her innocence traded for shadows of gray.

With each passing birthday, a seed was sown deep,

“He’s been hurting you since seven,” her voice a hushed creep.

The lies wove their fabric with each whispered plea,

Reality now blurred in the child’s memory.

Flirtation masked jealousy, sorrow's cruel game,

The mother’s dark envy, webs woven with shame.

“How could he choose her?” the words filled the air,

Reflection of love she so wanted to share.

As years marched onward, the child now a teen,

So much innocence lost, a tempest unseen.

Quite, continued hissing, a puppeteer so bold,

Kept tugging at her strings of a story retold.

“Say he has hurt you, unleash all the woes,”

The child, caught in currents that nobody knows.

Words struck like thunder, echoing pain,

But the truth is a river that cannot be tamed.

The father, bewildered, with love in his chest,

Sought solace in patience, in dreams of the best.

But the whispers grew louder, unmasking the dread,

The truth became twisted, the tales in their heads.

A father resigned, with a heart full of ache,

Faced the hand of law and decisions to make.

With each court proceeding, the anguish laid bare,

He sought a safe harbor in the tempest of despair.

A once delicate child, caught in a web of her mother’s misery,

Leave two hearts yearning, who’s the real enemy?

Precious years of laughter, now just memories of pain,

Another Innocence lost to love’s fragile chain.

Yet in the silence, the world began to see,

The layers of hurt, of false certainty.

Judges and voices, they peered through the night,

Determined to unravel the webs and the blight.

The mother’s deceit, a story so frail,

But the scars on the child told a whole different tale.

As they peeled back the layers, exposed in the light,

The mirrors of truth shattered loudly through the night.

But as I stand here, empty and torn,

Forced to let go of what was once sworn.

We must forgive the past, to seek light anew,

And I wish you well, though my heart aches for you.