To me you are all, yes you are as white and blank as the unused page in a notebook, but your fabrication isn't pulp from wood. It is not the refined metal that a king rules from though by idea is closer. High in scope, broad in sight, my words fall and come back like mighty rapids. Again to fall, having each droplet become a silent tear, dripping from my eyes, caressing my cheek, burning my neck and landing within the target of my heart, instantaneously exploding. Again and again you tear me apart to expose my rawest part as yours, you claim me vicious. Karate chopped, sumo slammed, beaten thwomped and womped.
But mother mercy I am no fool to be continually deceived. You treat me as you have to. You only do this so I might behave to learn of you, to see you. After the fight and my resignation you slide from your cloths and nurse me to health. You restore my faith, and bridge my emptiness. I take the time to thank you and your ability to heal. You tell me secrets and I laugh. The fairy tales are new each time, and again I'm enthralled to listen and believe. Warming as the kettle on brick stovetop. You feed me faith. In a week i will be here to hug you, to talk with you and learn about how to improve. You are no enemy to me mother & sister. I don't have to fear your ways or try to conquer, but just to understand.
How will I fill you?
With empathy & listening skills.
How will I mold you?
Gently, through deep listening and a tender tongue.
By having faith in myself and loving myself I can entrust another with this delicate gift. I can smile without guilt and I can cry without shame.
I know there is good in me, beyond manipulation and aggression.
I believe I can bridge this and be better for myself and others
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