Change was something my family didn't believe At least from what I understood My mom. She was hurt. Too many times Her life slipped from hands, perhaps sand would have stayed She lost control. Not all at once of courseWhich I wish was trueBecause tearing your heartstrings apart one by one Is a thousand times more pathetic than all at once I never had the guts to ask Perhaps I never will
She's right there. In front of me. Somehow still smiling
Her true feelings, they are lost to God
He was the only one there for her
The only one worthy of hearing her heart
My mother bore my brother and me
She lost herself while at it
Maybe not physically but emotionally I could see she had seen enough
I wish I could make her proud
So proud that she will forget all the pain God let her carry
Even if for just a second
The pain that should have belonged to a thousand men
Instead craved inside the brave heart of my mother
I will never have the courage to go up to her and tell her these sweet words
Just like her, I will fail to tell the few I cherish
My true thoughts
The ones I keep locked inside
With walls so high
No one cared enough to tear these down
Perhaps no one will
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MEMORIES - A Literature Collection
Poetry"How can we hope to change the world if we are afraid to share our ideas?" #10 in truestories. ~~~ Original Poems and Short-Stories. All Information Is Subject to Copyright.
