It all started when my mother left me.
I felt empty.
Days passed, weeks slowly fading,
months began hating me emotionally.
Years, decades swept suddenly.
My mind said to stop this agony.
I locked myself alone in my room.
Tears began to fall then flowers stop to bloom.
It was too painful and it keeps coming back.
Dreams turned into nightmares, wishing they could talk.
But they’re not. They’re haunting me each and every night,
They wanted my precious tears to fall, to cry losing my sight.
Despite all those hardships, I managed to fixed myself.
Exploring different things, nurturing my talents, reading a lot of books in my shelves.
I grew up to be a good boy, a good man.
Reducing anxieties, stress, and pain.
Years later, I became happy and lively,
Tears faded, smiles comes out easily.
It took me several years to ponder.
And realized what I’ve missed and wonder.
Though, I haven’t seen my real mother and lost my father,
I still have people left; my stepmom and step siblings who stood up for me to remember.
There are a lot of people who underestimated me
But few were eager to learn the other side of me.
My only wish is to be strong and healthy, both mind and body,
Free from stress, pain, agony, accidents, and just think of things to be happy.