Hawk

The duty of care I carry to replace the absence of a mother lingers in my soul I, the hawk, watching over its prey my pull only pushes you away, Yet my claws tremble at the thought of letting go knowing Tribulation awaits, For you to learn To open your own gates. Your silence amplifies my thoughts, Isolated and surrounded with voices To let you make your own mistakes, your own choices I will be your shadow silent but constant, there in your darkest of times, when the world seems too harsh to withstand. I hope to be to you what I lacked, to watch you grow into your own roots rather than be poisoned by our tree. I am not your mother. you do not belong to me.