“I never did give you the chance to comfort me.

I was too scared of my own vulnerability. 

It kept me from allowing me to be me,

And it kept you in place, no new sights to see. 

It kept us from growing, progressing and striving…

To be the best we could be and that’s my fault, and honestly…

I guess what I’m sayin is that I fucked up, I failed…

To be true to myself and what I hold dear. 

To watch out for you, to be better to you…

and to be a light on a path when one isn’t clear. 

To be strength in ways that I don’t understand,

and to always be there, when you need a hand.

Sometimes I feel bitter, of what could have been. 

I shouldn’t have stayed silent- I should have acted.

Opened my big mouth and made it happen! 

I could have changed our reality- 

Broke us free from our chains and our captivity. 

So… 

I’m sorry Mom, I truly am. 

That I didn’t see clearly…that I never took a stand. 

But I want you to know that I’m trying to be better,

And I know that its hard to tell, by my mean demeanour, 

But in my soul and my spirit, I love you and I mean it. 

Im not the best at speaking or showing my emotions, 

So I wrote you this poem so that you could read my devotion.

My love for you… deeper than the ocean.

My love for you… please don’t question.” 

**This piece isn’t perfect by any means, but it’s honest, and I think that should count for something.