Walking out with heavy pace, breathing
Fire out of my lungs, without a trace
Of kindness, buried deep in my heart, how dare she treat me like I am still a child?
Shouting at me for the sake of
Arguments won, is that really necessary,
Aren't I still your son, your youngest
Child, your boy - now a man, can you
At least pretend to act like you listen?
Hear me, heed me, love me, plead me, need me, see me; your boy - no, a man - who is
Not unfamiliar with the dark corners of the earth.
Raise me, praise me, keep me, free me, I am
Forever yours, I have been ever since my birth
But listen to my words they're
Not an attack. This is not the reason I came back, not the reason why I came,
My motivations have always been the same. What I do & say, I do & say because I love you.
It's not about you.
My kindness IS you. I AM you as much
As you are me. If you won't hear me, then who will? If you don't hear me do you
Hear yourself?
Speak with me, not at me. Otherwise I am
Not me. Not a man. But a boy, wondering why mom is yelling, desperately wanting to be held, to hold his mother, needing her to be strong, wanting her to smile.
So stay with me a while, mother. Let me be your son, let me be the man you want me to be, one who you are proud of.
Listen to me and see who I can be. A man. Not a faded echo of a boy, echoing into eternity.
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Sic Parvis Magna - A Poetry collection
شِعر"Greatness from Small Beginnings" This is a collection of all the poems I've written in the past, present and will write in the future. There is no limit to what the mind creates. Nor is there a limit on Poetry.
