Letter To My Inner Mother - Poem by Ann Marge
I wanna tell you that
I can't hold myself sometimes,
I am weak,
I cry at nights,
I read sad poetry and I lose myself in it,
I feel miserable for me
and for how ungrateful I am
and I suffer even more.
I find it hard to be a whole person,
I sometimes feel dependent on the world and trust it too much;
I say more than I do,
I speak more than i know,
I get distracted and borrow another Ego.
Sometimes I am a bad friend, bad coworker, bad seat neighbor in the bus,
I often cuss,
And I wonder if it's just me
Or of its all of us...
But I won't tell you that, mother.
I will tell you other truths.
I will tell you that I am strong,
That I took the job,
That you were right and I was wrong
Because I was.
I will tell you that my friends like me,
That I am a good person and I have good morals,
That I don't go to church,
but I pray.
I speak to you with kindness
And all I tell you is true
I see myself through you.
I speak to myself through you
And I want to thank you
And if you are my mirror,
this is the bravest thing to do -
Speak only good of myself
Words of encouragement,
The mercy I feel for a kid with no shoes
To feel the same for me
When I'm thirsty
To let my heart lead.
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