To reach a child, you kneel-
not with your eyes alone,
with your spine and pride too,
till your shadow become a shelter.
She pushed me, fists like failed words,
all the anger in her eyes, a language
for all she couldn't give words to.
I bit back lectures, giving way to silence.
And I let it speak:
"πππ’ πππ π πππ, πππ πΌ ππ βπππ".
Through it, echoed the words,
apologizing for an err not mine,
melting her anger like frost at dawn,
like a breath held too long, released.
That's when I knew,
this is how I loved you,
not by fixing, but standing guard,
at the door of your wounds.
But some storms only end
when the sky drowns itself.
Now I kneel alone, repeating my apology,
to the air, to the child in you,
to the silence that took you away.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
To reach a child, you kneel-
not with your eyes alone,
with your spine and pride too,
till your shadow become a shelter.
She pushed me, fists like failed words,
all the anger in her eyes, a language
for all she couldn't give words to.
I bit back lectures, giving way to silence.
And I let it speak:
"πππ’ πππ π πππ, πππ πΌ ππ βπππ".
Through it, echoed the words,
apologizing for an err not mine,
melting her anger like frost at dawn,
like a breath held too long, released.
That's when I knew,
this is how I loved you,
not by fixing, but standing guard,
at the door of your wounds.
But some storms only end
when the sky drowns itself.
Now I kneel alone, repeating my apology,
to the air, to the child in you,
to the silence that took you away.
