Oh, Mother

I’m alright.

Don‘t spend your nights

crying for what I was—

who I have become.

See me as I am,

Know the light you ignited,

The burning blue hot fire in my core—

It hasn’t gone out.

I am only myself,

A little lost in this life I chose.

(I’m sorry you know; a soul so young should never be so poisoned—

But here I stand, a little cyanide in my veins, arsenic in my stomach.)

I wish I was a bird,

oh, to be so

untethered and free—

I wish I could live;

Every little life,

Know every little thing, like you.

Oh, Mother;

How I wish I could make you know;

I’m alright.

#poetry