No matter how far ahead

I travel the road of life,

I will always look back—

to remember

what love felt like.

returning back to yourself
can be disconcerting

the cacophany of mind
eating the silence

One word —

You spoke once

I
live
it

every moment.

I was raised as a mother,
Never as the daughter.
A burden they carried,
Never the healer.

I was the giver,
Never the receiver—
And for one single mistake,
I became the villain.

I call myself family—
Because I was there when I needed me.
I stood in my darkest times,
Held myself when I cried,
Motivated me when hope was thin,
Fought for the crown I deserved,
Handled every storm with my own hands.

That is why…
I call myself family.

and your answer,
as it always
has been,
is
silence

I grew too fast,
Yet not enough—
A child in silence,
An adult in rough.

Too young to be old,
Too old to be young,
My heart beats quietly
Where no song is sung.

I search for a place
That feels like mine,
But the world moves past
And I fall behind.