Mom
I don't even know you,
but from very distant memories that I hold on to dearly.
My life started with you,
my story begins with you,
the last time I saw you.
I'm sure you don't even think about me,
like I think about you.
I'm 22 now,
I wish you could see me now.
I survived, and surviving some how.
The pain put on me,
without your protection.
Your life lessons,
talks,
and corrections.
Tell me how to be a man,
right?
I'd hope that you'd hug me so tight.
I'm so disconnected,
from everyone.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
