A/N: Last letter from A Lost Thing! Next one is on a clean slate.
To the woman that raised children but never got the chance to be one herself.
I have so much to say
You know?
But how do I speak
When all I've ever been taught to do is listen?
Listen to the heart break
That screams its own woeful tune
Listen to the fights
That always seem to follow in your wake
Listen to The Past on your bruised lips
That echoes like church bells after service
Listen to the shards of your heart struggle to align before all the parts of yourself are lost
I have so much to say
You know?
But I've only started to learn the art of language, So I continue to listen
Listen to your tears
That stream down your cracked cheeks when I sleep
Listen to the muttered thoughts
That swirl in your spiraling mind
Listen to the little girl
That grew up too fast to be a little girl
Listen to the tacked on pieces of your heart break all over again
Even after you swore it wouldn't
I have so much to say
You know?
And I have finally learned
That I have a voice,
So I will no longer listen.
I will tell you
That I see the threads as they tear you at the seams
That I glimpse a woman lost in a sea before she learned what it was to drown
That I know it's difficult, maddening to go on
That sometimes I don't want to either as I hear
That awful sound of a splintering mind
That we have no choice because they are counting on us
I have so much to say
You know?
And I am fierce in knowing
That I can scream,
So I refuse to listen.
Listen to you yell and scream and hurt
And talk, talk, talk
About everything and nothing all at once
And break, break, break
Without seeing how much you are destroying yourself
Destroying all the ones around you with those somber brown eyes
Mother,
I have so much to say
But you do not know
