Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)

Hit Me Where It Hurts

Dedicated to my mother: my idol.

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You carried me for nine months,
In those span of time,
I know you kept me safe,
Loved me more than your life.

And so after,
You took care of me,
Taught me of the things you knew,
Never let me see you,
Suffered in sorrow.

Then you honed me,
What I'd become is surely how you raised me,
Even under unfair circumstances,
I never felt neglected,
I was actually encouraged.

I'd seen your hardships,
Every night I dreamt of growing fast,
So I could repay you up,
Except for the love that I willingly give,
I have nothing yet.

Just like the normal children,
My dreams are simple; to have a complete and happy family,
Not for a trophy,
But for inspiration.

Never thought I'll lost my way along,
I think I forgot what I'm fighting for,
You said I should be independent,
And when I did, I never thought I'd be so indifferent.

Suddenly I felt like giving up,
Yet you slapped me by facts,
Your words pierced me just right,
Finally, after my endless lonely nights,
I'd found my way back,
I was wrong when I thought my faith was intact,
In the end,
I ended up in your arms again then.

Your words haunted me,
I regretted that I never listened,
You were right,
Life isn't all about having light,
My path will always be shed by darkness,
It's up to me if I'll choose to continue even in sickness,
Or I'll stay still forever in sadness.

I was then a failure,
Yet you hit me just right for my future,
You lecture,
Like a teacher that you are,
Never mind the age so far,
Even if I'd already reached the legal age,
Still I'm your baby in need.

Hope that I'll eventually learn,
Someday even if you are gone,
It won't be hard for me to stand on my own,
Since you've already passed down to me,
The secret of life that I should bear 'til death catch me.

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Okay, sorry mejo lutang 'to. Haha.