This is dedicated to my parents.
Constantly they were
Beating my mass like clay
Keeping me against the wheel to give me form
They took their ropes and sliced through my being
So that I could shed those unneeded pieces to become whole
And they pressed me when I rose too high
Steering me against the direction I wished to go into
They slapped my face until
The cracks appeared and the fluid seeped from them
Drenching my newly formed body
Light flooded into those spaces and seared the flesh of my wounds
But healing as they did.
Now, they carved their values into my breast
And onto the crest of my mind their morals
When I rebelled, I was tossed into the abyss
My skin bruising as I plummeted
But somehow, I always found my way back to them
Although they were the very lamp that burned my fingers
Hardening me
As time came to pass I saw that this was their eternal love
That they gave willingly
And as I began to live on my own
They faded into the ethereal charm that surrounded me
Then I knew that no matter how much it hurt
They were my creators
I never wanted them to stop loving me.
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100 Peices of Me
PoésieThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
