Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }

9th. Child

Child

-By Sophia Cac

My dear life;

Do you remember when I first open my eyes?

I cried and the world rejoices.

As I sing so my voice could be heard,

My mother shushed me,

Not hearing my desire to sing out loud.

That time, when I got sick and had laid my back in the bed,

Crying, wanting to hear my mother's heartbeat.

With her skin into mine, her warmth assuring me, her humming vibrating into my heart.

I felt like I was the happiest child alive.

Dear, my lovable mother;

I am alone without you here,

You've been gone within the days, too busy at night, I just want you near.

But I never said anything about it, I thought you'd be angry, that's something I fear.

But could you spare me your time?

I want you close to me, you're the only one that can assured me that everything will be fine.

But fate is unfair nor the world can be.

They took you away from me.

I felt miserable, broken, and defeated.

And all it takes to hide that away is to smile like I've done whenever we feasted.

This smile that comes along with the lies,

I guess this is, now, my life.

My dear, fragile soul

I'm sorry for the way my selfishness goes.

I just wanted to bear with the time, this I couldn't bring to oath.

My eyes haematic, my hands shivers with the pain.

All this, because of lack of self-esteem, I've gain.

The lines in my wrist flows with haematic liquids

and they, each time whenever this happened, were listed.

A smile crossed to my face,

it tells the tale of which I decided to be high.

Life is carrying, you see

it never forgets about me

It gives me all its remaining attention,

despite my protest, it keeps giving me detentions.

Now that I've given up

with the rope hanging,

I've thought for a moment

"If I die and rejoice my way,

would the world cry?"