Dear Mother

By An Ode to Creativity Blog - January 04, 2021


Dear Mother

Dear Mother,
This was what I hoped to say 
as we stepped out of the movie theatre 
after seeing Love, Simon, 
but the words dug like daggers
in flesh and once the moment 
was over they stayed nestled 
within the wounds they made. 
"I'm Bi."

Dear Mother, 
I'm scared for the summer after graduation 
that my anxiety is a shadow and it will follow 
as I step into my job.

Dear Mother, 
I'm terrified I'm going to become you.
Woke at fifty to find you're a number 
to the corporation you severed for thirdly years. 
To come home and argue with father 
over the money we're losing. 
To go to bed and wake up at three in the morning 
having a panic attack over things you cannot change.

Dear Mother,
I'm sorry that I'm one of the things
that keeps you from sleeping.

Dear Mother, 
I've been breathing in your love
for almost eighteen years. 
That love like cigarette smoke 
has caused me to choke.
It's time for you to let me go 
and trust I will breathe better air 
then what you fear.

Dear Mother,
You need to stop 
putting expired glue on glass cracks; 
it won't stop fractures from forming. 

Dear Mother,
I know I don't say this back to you, 
but I love you too.  

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