At this hour, I yearn for you
I want to lay my head in your lap and tell you everything
That I am not okay
That things don't look good
That I'm too tired to pray and hold vigil
That ghosts and horrors haunt me at night
That I am alone
That I am not happy
That the nights are the hardest
That my mornings start late coz the nights are long
That I am exhausted
That I am scared
That I don't know what to do
That the past haunts me
That I keep making the same mistakes
Except one,
I won't spread my pain by sharing mine with you.
I am a mother now so I know better
It's my turn to shield you as you did for me
To allow you to grow old in peace with less worries than you had raising us
I will protect you mum
It's my turn
So I am not telling you everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem