Who I'am? Poem by Amosse Pedro Cumbane

I am the forgotten son,
The one who never gets it done,
I never hear a 'love you',
Never get a hug so true.
I live in silent solitude,
A child who's incomplete,
Never spoken to, never seen,
Just a lonely, sad routine.
My heart's a heavy weight,
No one wants to say my name,
It's a crying shame, a sore refrain,
Of being the forgotten son.
Now, I have this simple plea,
To be loved, to be happy,
To be seen and to be free,
The child who's meant to be.
With all my soul I've tried,
To be the best I can,
So I can't abide, this awful ride,
Of being the forgotten son.
To be shown some tender care,
To not be left alone,
Is it too much to bear,
To want a place to call my home?
I am not just a distant dream,
A life not meant to be,
I am flesh, blood and soul, I scream,
I am real, please see me.
No more should I be ignored,
No more should I be denied,
I am a child, with so much more,
Than to be the forgotten son.
So help me now to be at peace,
To be seen and be understood,
To live my life with loving ease,
As the son I should have been.
For I am not just an empty name,
A vessel without a soul,
I am a child, who feels the shame,
Of being lost without control.
For all the love I can bestow,
With all my heart I'll try,
To be the son I long to know,
The son who can reach the sky.
So please help me to be complete,
To be loved and be at home,
So I may know my life is sweet,
As the son who's no longer alone.
So take my hand and let me see,
The world I've been denied,
As the forgotten son, set me free,
To live a life with open eyes.
Let me feel the warmth of sun,
And know that I am more,
Than just the shadow of the one,
Who lives behind a closed door.
Now, I am ready to embrace,
The future that's in store,
As the son who knows his place,
With the love that I implore.

So now my story's done,
I've found my place, my space,
My name is not 'the forgotten son',
It's simply 'son' in a better place.
The forgotten son is gone,
No longer stuck in his ways,
His path has led him on and on,
To a life that's full of praise.
He's found the love he sought,
He's learned to be complete,
The son he always fought for,
He's now a life replete.