everything I can't say out loud

mother

this world wasn't always kind to me, but yet again, I wasn't always kind to it.
when the words slipped from my lips, I didn't think.
I never think about anything.
what a waste of a beautiful life.
after a lot of time spent relentlessly scolding the great mother, I was soon hit with her feelings.
they were much like mine, and much like yours.
and in this moment, I finally learned how to love.
how to love with everything in me.
I cherished the world the way I wanted to be cherished.
everything I did, from my mindset to my touch, was filled with the tranquility and the care that I longed for.
and once you really learn to admire her true beauty, you will realize that there really isn't anything more beautiful, more pure, than her.
the ugly comes from us, her children.
the oil spills and the trash pile-ups and the crimes are all products of our wrongdoings, disrespecting her much like you would disrespect a nemesis.
never taking a look at her true colors, like the way the sky breaks into colors of every kind when the sun sets, or the smell permeating the air after it rains.
we are all too occupied with wishing for a different life,
for an improved life,
to appreciate the one she gave you.
she gave you a unique life.
of course, it was filled with periods of unbearable pain and sorrow, but it wasn't quite like anyone else's.
like the way your lips pull up in the corners when you smile, or how there's that birthmark on your back.
we take it all for granted, not even considering that tomorrow, she could be gone.
be kind to her.
be kind to your peers, and be kind to yourself.
because once I was kind to the world,
I was given that in return.

-caroline grace

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