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#sorrymom
I know it feels unfair the questions, the checking, the pauses before I say yes. I know it feels like I do not trust you. But what you do not see is that I once trusted that I would notice. I trusted I would see the signs. That a mother would just know when her child was drowning. And I was wrong. You smiled while hurting yourself. You carried darkness without letting me hold any of it. You learned how to sound okay while breaking apart. And ever since then, love has become fear’s twin. So now I ask questions that make you roll your eyes. I interrupt freedom with caution. I hesitate. I double check. I ruin moments trying to make sure there are more of them. Not because I want control. Not because I want to punish you. But because I have already lived through the horror of realizing I almost lost you without knowing I was losing you. That changes a mother forever. You want trust to feel effortless again. I want that too. But my heart still remembers how close the dark came to taking you from me. And I would rather have you angry, frustrated, slamming doors and calling me overprotective, than standing in a quiet room begging God for one more chance to keep you here.
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
For Your Safety
I'm sorry, I let you down once again. I've failed myself and my mum, God knows how much I want to make her smile for all she's done for me but I'm sorry. I've stained your heart and and mind. I've corrupted you and gave you various issues. Depression, Anxiety and Panic attacks, OCD and ADHD. I'm sorry. I hope to see you smile one day, I'll fix myself and I'll make you laugh but for now I'm breaking you, I don't know what to break since everything is broken but I'm breaking the broken because I don't know how to pick us up... I'm sorry for the new tears, The messed up fears and nightmares. I just don't know what to do. I'm sorry I failed you and mum, I swear she needs more of our smile than we do so while you're breaking fake a smile for her, I've disappointed way too much. I'm sorry. From: Rea, A pessimistic messed up part of you.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Dear Rea.