Love and hate are cut from the same cloth.
You provide for me the key,
to unlock the Pandora box of your feelings.
Feeling is knowing, and I'm obviously seeing,
right now, the anger streaks your eyes.
The eye of this storm is nowhere to be seen.
We've been here.
So many times.
Going full circle,
Our world, tilts on its small axis.
You tell me:
“It doesn't revolve around you”
I say, “you may be my mother but you’re not my earth”
Earth embodies minerals.
I came from the core,
Yet I pollute You,
With my hazardous words
And toxic touch.
If I start to recycle
Will you go back to being green?
If I start to reduce the spit fire of this tongue,
Will this silver ocean
Turn back to dark brown
If I start to,
Go back to the tunes of all love,
Sing you songs of praise,
Respond when you ask about my day
Will those cracked corners at the sides of your eyes
Go back to being full of rich water and minerals?
You help me to whether all my storms even in my acid rain.
Even so, the pain comes another day.
I know you want our pain to go away.
Soon my showers
Will want to create flowers.
I will plant the seed of love back into your ground.
Monsoon season has long passed.
In its absence, a softer rain
Allowing our love to grow.
May I rest my head head on your bent shoulder?
As I now see how you soldier on
Throughout each and every day
Fighting a war inside and out
Mother may I?.