You built my wings with steel,
giving me the ability to fly away,
and the strength to be safe.
You put aside your emotion for my sake,
never letting me see your pain.
He broke your vows, but you stayed.
A good father, but a disastrous husband.
You pretended to be happy
so that I could have a normal childhood.
You must have dreaded the future,
knowing that one day I would find out
that you were living a counterfeit life.
A fake happiness, a false reality.
For a time after I found out,
I doubted my entire existence.
Was anything genuine? Was I really happy?
At some point I made a choice
to be content with my life.
It wasn’t fake, it was real to me.
You made sure I was sheltered
in order to build a strong foundation.
By the time I knew the truth,
I had the strength to cope with it.
The only flaw in the wings you built for me
is that the steel is overly strong.
I never learned how to trust a lover.
I never learned how to love a husband.
I can fly, I am strong.
But now I need to let myself fall.
| Your excellent free verse tells a story about a remarkable mother; one who has easily earned our admiration and one you clearly love and admire.|
Being strong is a virtue and a value. Treasure it and appreciate it, and never let yourself fall for down below is where the wolves await. Your woman's intuition and instincts will tell you when and for whom it is safe to soften your guard.
|| Posted on 2010-01-28 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] || Hmm good poem & good concept but it kinda like went everywhere. I ain't the best writer either so I can't break don what I mean it just lacked the emotion you could have forced in there I don't mean to sound like I'm bringing your poem down it's just didn't have the emotional depth that I know it could. :)||| Posted on 2010-01-27 00:00:00 | by Cordell | [ Reply to This ] |