Dear Mom, how do you do it?
How do you wake up ready to fight?
Even when you're on the verge of exhaustion?
Please tell me..
Dear Mom, how do you still stand up for what you believe when you feel the world beating you down?
When everyone else tells you you're wrong?
How do you always know what's right, especially when there is absolutely no wrong answer?
Dear Mom, why do you fight so hard for change,
Even when change is impossible? Where do I find it?
The amount of strength and courage that you have?
Dear Mom, you told me once that I'm your source of strength.. That made me happy and sad all at once.
It made me happy because I needed to feel useful then
But it also made me sad because I didn't feel strong at all.. I still don't understand it..
How do I make you strong, when all I feel is weak?
Dear Mom, you say you're proud of me,
But I don't understand why.. Why are you proud?
You say that I'm special, but I don't see it.. why..?
You believe in me, but I don't get.. Why..?
Especially because all I do is let you down all the time.
Why are you proud of me?
What do you see in me that's so special?
Why do you believe in me?
Where does your faith in me come from?
I don't think you'll ever see this,
So I might never know, but just in case..
I just wanted to say thank you so much and I love you!
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
