Better for you.
Someone once told me,
"Get better for yourself, not someone else."
As good as the advice was I couldn't grasp it.
Then, I met my nephew the day he was born.
I was newly thirteen, and completely in love.
It never changed my mind from wiliting
in upon itself until years later.
As the years passed,
He learned to talk,
Crawl,
Walk,
Run,
And so much more.
Watching him grow gave me hope.
I am now seventeen, almost eighteen.
Watching him become a big brother to one,
Then two little brothers,
Helped me grow.
He'll never know how much he teaches them.
And me.
He has made me love all the things I forgot about.
Grass,
Trees,
La Luna,
Birds,
Air,
Ants,
Everything.
They are everything.
The warriors of my fight.
The air I breathe.
They are everything I have ever wanted
And everything I need.
So,
I may not be able to get
Better for me
But,
I will get
Better for you.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.