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The Door You look at me with clear eyes, declaring your peace with the world. The tranquility of your surrounding aura offers a release to the anxiety I hold. I watch you knowing my heart needs to rest. During the silence of night, I lie in my room waiting for the stillness to smother my fears. When the dream threatens to flood my mind, I go to your bedside and gaze at you. The vision of your composed profile lessens the weight of my heavy thoughts. Your voice used to be too quiet for my ears. Though I tried to listen, I could not comprehend the words you wanted to convey to me. While you were shouting to me behind closed lips, I did not hear you, and walked away. The door to your bedroom became the barrier seperating you into your silence. I did not realize how thick it had become til the day my naivety opened it and found your body nestled amongst the evidence of your decision to sleep forever. Watching as the drug induced stupor worked to claim your young soul, Reality suffocated all of the blinding illusions I had been seeking your truth in. I was left to grovel in the despair of lost maternity where there was nothing at all to hold on to. When your head slowly turned towards my sobs, I fell to my knees at your side. Locking onto your eyes, I became your mother. As you struggled to return from the edge of non-existence, my arms wrapped tightly around you, lending my strength and guiding you home. The wound now has time to heal, leaving behind a lesson too deep to forget. I see and hear you, my child. I know the starkness of your reality, and will never turn from it. I see and hear...you. |
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