These felt like a half evocation of the author's feelings. Not fully digging into her grief. She wants to share but I don't think she's fully ready to open up about the grief of her lost childhood, lost feelings of love as she grew.
A very small collection of poetry by someone who has been deeply hurt by people in her past. My hope is that she has healed and found a sense of her own self-worth. (If not, Hillary M. - and anone else out there who carries such hurt - I recommend internal family systems therapy, which is a very gentle, Self-led process of learning to love and care for all of your wounded parts.)