2002 came comforting,
As birth to a new beginning parted into something
That was quick to grow lonely and falsely paired–
When the day came and your dad sat near,
There was a ghostly face growing whiter into lifelessness.
Your dad had to leave the room before you were born,
Where it became you and me.
A stillness crept as your cries broke through
And carried with you were hues of red–
Rosy cheeks gently bleeding through your skin, peached.
And all at once,
You grew into everything I knew could carry chaos.
Burdened with feelings you’d never be able to speak.
Your words reached a hum like his,
And the way you curl your lip–finding discomfort in your smile.
Trying to hide the grinding behind your teeth.
I didn’t look like you,
And you didn't look like me.
With the way your hands began to grow calloused,
All I could see was him in you.
I knew there was good
That grew out of my womb,
Where a blossom seeded with prickles in your heart.
Then with age came that bitter weed,
That grew rigid inside of you.
All I could see was him, not you–
Unknowing of where that hateful pit grew,
With vile words uncommon that purged out of you.
I soon did not recognize you.
Only a man that bloomed from guilt,
And a heart that could not beat fast enough to love
Fully.