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Dear Mother,


My Dearest Friend, I've almost been brought back, To my true form, I crawled to my forgotten stage, To where it all began. Leaving my shell I felt vulnerable, Tearing feelings into words, Hurt more than it should have, Breathing was unbearable, Without you I was Invisible. Thrusted into this world, Your support, Caused my happiness, Made me feel safe, Turned what I am, To what I should be. Exemplary exectucation, Of what I've always wanted, Representation of dreams, Manifestation of my hope. Chaos resounds, And My heart pounds, As I ponder on life, The Decisions clutter, All Pain disappears to nowhere. Trusting my gut, I wander into the abyss, Hoping for a chance, An encounter of reality, To the Beloved.
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