Nightime Kisses

by Natalya8

March 24, 2015

My mother doesn't kiss my head anymore

She doesn't put me to bed anymore

My father doesn't lift me to his shoulders

He doesn't move my boulders

The independence I've asked for

Brought its own scar

Hidden in the folds of my blanket

Its not security in the thread

Its broken

Torn and tattered

And i was only taught a few stitches

So how do i become smart enough to know all the niches

To patch back the pieces

Or is this the shawl ill carry from now on

On my shoulders will it rest just to cover me none at all

And when the rain hits ill have to curl into a ball

To keep from getting beaten by each and every drop

I wont know how to avoid it

I cant find the shelter

So ill stand in the rain and swelter

The heat of my anger taking over

Unless someone can help me

Maybe that is me

Maybe ill find the ability

To let go of the pieces

And find a recess

From all the drops of water that hit me cheeks and falter

Ill become better

Ill reach to the stars and take shelter

In my own healed body

And know im somebody

Ill get up and crawl

Not afraid to fall

When i finally start walking

And no one is left mocking

Me and my bare body

Scars will be my bawdy

Ill wear them proud

Now im floatimg on a cloud

Of my own importance

My self resonance

Im a proud resemblance

Of my own confidence

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