please be better than our parents. there are children who, just like us, want to be loved. break the cycle.
i have never felt
so much warmth,
until I held
you in my arms,
for the first time.
it is
completely
incomprehensible
how people are
so willing
to create something
from practically
nothing and have it
be entirely the same
as you but so different.
in all my years of
living I've only ever
experienced pain,
hate, and turmoil;
I have the scars
and the memories
to prove it.
nothing could
prepare me
for all the crying,
the throw up,
and the sleep
deprivation.
and yet,
what an unexpected
journey that was
placed upon me.
not once did
I think my childhood dreams
of becoming an
astronaut would be come true;
to think I could hold
the sun itself in my arms
and feel as if I have
touched the stars
itself.
and I
understand now,
all the concern
and overwhelming
worry that something
could happen.
life is so
unpredictable
and hard to control.
I can't
promise to protect
you from the monsters
under the beds
your whole life,
but I can promise
I won't ever treat
you the way
I have been
treated.
I promise I'll be here
to carry you on my back
when your little feet
hurt from exploring this world
and I promise
I won't ever lay a
finger on you
for trying your best.
Little one,
I will do better.
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existential crisis: wellness and health
Poetryfor the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you a...
