Date: May 14, 2015
posted by Lana Bos / Comments: No Comments / Tags: challenging relationships, forgiveness, mom, mother, mother's day, poems
I didnâ€™t want to be what I saw in you;
Weak, sad, helpless.
Poor, addicted, a mess.
But I cried, mother, I really cried inside.
I thought I was strong, but my weakness was hiding in food.
I thought I was happy, but alcohol was controlling my mood.
I thought I was smart, but I didnâ€™t feel understood.
I thought I was confident, but couldnâ€™t leave home without facial foundation.
I thought I was free, but felt weak without validation.
I thought I was successful, but who was I lying to?
I was a slave to my wounds until I forgave you.
I stopped being a victim
when I started loving you.
When I saw your beauty
I saw mine too.
I am what I see in you.
And it doesnâ€™t scare me anymore..
I rejected you for being weak,
but those we reject we need to love the most
or they become our emotional ghost.
Iâ€™ll love you from my side of the coast.
Because of you I became me.
And there is no one else I would rather be.
I love you, mom.