They say your son is your son until he gets a wife
But your daughter is your daughter all of your life.
The beginning of our story is blurred and fading slowly, day by day
It is something my young mind couldn’t force to stay
However; the good, the bad, and all inbetween still chooses moments to shine
After all, eternity cherishes the creations of time
My memory of those early days fail me in times like these
Memories of your care and attempts to appease
The thought dawns on me now, loud and clear
All of the reasons why the fading memories are nothing to fear
Despite the dimming laughter and obscured upsetts
Sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind forgets.
I am sorry I haven’t always been who you wanted me to be
I was trapped in the prison of my mind where I couldn’t be free
I was lost in the echo, in my own search for meaning
I suppose I was looking without truly seeing
When asked which I dreaded more; the echo or the answer
I stumbled and fell, for I could not be sure
I realise now I was never meant to comprehend the infinite,
For that, our time is far too limited
We were meant to experience it in all its glory
For it is a thing that is unbound by death: it is our endless story
Love transcends space and time; it never dies
And whenever I am in doubt, all I have to do, is look in your eyes.
So here is to the infinite and the unbound, eternity and forever
For what was born, was a love beyond measure.
Sera
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All The Things I Could Never Say
Non-FictionWhen words fail us in public, the poets write our stories on paper. This is a compilation of the things I could never speak in fear of them breaking me. I hope they can bring peace to others who find themselves in similar situations.
