She's afraid.
She's afraid to let me sail on my own
Perhaps because I almost drowned
When I was ten
And since then, she told me to be careful.
But every time she say it
It doesn't feel like a reminder.
It always feels like a goodbye.
For Mom has mistaken careful to strength.
And she thought she has raised me like a sword
When in truth
I only became a pin, bendable.
I am as soft as a pincussion.
I am the finger you place on with a thimble.
I watch my Mom as she works on my dresses
There down the cellar.
All her actions lead to my vulnerability.
She stiches the walls around me so I won't get hurt.
She patches me with pieces of cloth to prevent the scars.
She builds me a wall; I try to tear it down.
I try to tear her down.
But I can't.
It's not that my strength is questionable-
That's the problem.
It's because I know that she's not strong.
Mom isn't prepped for battle.
Mom is a hollow egg yolk
And with a slight *****, she'll burst.
She is a shield beyond her knowing.
She isn't the weapon she think she is.
That's why I have to be.
No matter what now.