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A Reason
My mom,
She had a vision
Of me,
Wearing a smart suit,
Stepping foot
Down the steps
Of a
Jet.
Jet stream skies
Across my eyes,
Sometimes,
I have traveled
So many places
In
My
Mind,
Out of space
&
Time.
Time
&
Time
Again,
I was
Out of my mind.
Every madness
I have
Known.
And yet,
I only kind of wonder,
Sometimes;
Only sometimes do I ponder
Perhaps,
Why I am alive,
Every once in a blue season.
However,
I sometimes suspect I might
Be here
For a reason:
Here’s to a reason.
Published 11th Dec 2021
Author's Note
My mom told me she had a vision of me, in a smart suit, stepping foot off a jet plane.
She said I would be given back everything that was taken from me, in a compounded state.
You know what's strange?
Getting everything when you want nothing.
Not that I want nothing, although this is not too far from my state of being.
But I feel like I am not materialistic.
But I enjoy the game between people, you know.
Nevertheless...
She believes in me.
Do you know how that feels?
and a few of you out there, who I have befriended...
I feel like you, also, perhaps, believe in me.
How does that feel to me?
Like a baptism of August rain.
I believe in you, too.
How does that feel?
She said I would be given back everything that was taken from me, in a compounded state.
You know what's strange?
Getting everything when you want nothing.
Not that I want nothing, although this is not too far from my state of being.
But I feel like I am not materialistic.
But I enjoy the game between people, you know.
Nevertheless...
She believes in me.
Do you know how that feels?
and a few of you out there, who I have befriended...
I feel like you, also, perhaps, believe in me.
How does that feel to me?
Like a baptism of August rain.
I believe in you, too.
How does that feel?
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11th Dec 2021 11:14am
Dear CO,
I greatly appreciated this poem for its insight of a parents hopes and dreams for their children. I think it’s natural to want the best for their kids. It’s a fine line between imposing will and stepping back to let that child develop and figure things out for themselves. I found your authors note to be a poem in itself as well.
“ You know what's strange?
Getting everything when you want nothing” this in particular is a conundrum I’ve never understood. Having experienced something akin to this very thing I found it anticlimactic. Is it a lesson I was supposed to learn? I’ll never know because I’m too silly to get it. All I took from it was getting it all after I didn’t want it anymore was burdensome. 🙄 go figure.
I truly enjoyed this introduction and homage to your mother. You’ve given her a voice that reflects beautifully through you.
H🌷
I greatly appreciated this poem for its insight of a parents hopes and dreams for their children. I think it’s natural to want the best for their kids. It’s a fine line between imposing will and stepping back to let that child develop and figure things out for themselves. I found your authors note to be a poem in itself as well.
“ You know what's strange?
Getting everything when you want nothing” this in particular is a conundrum I’ve never understood. Having experienced something akin to this very thing I found it anticlimactic. Is it a lesson I was supposed to learn? I’ll never know because I’m too silly to get it. All I took from it was getting it all after I didn’t want it anymore was burdensome. 🙄 go figure.
I truly enjoyed this introduction and homage to your mother. You’ve given her a voice that reflects beautifully through you.
H🌷
