I’m sorry, Mom,
for the days I stay buried beneath my sheets,
while sunlight begs at my window
and your voice echoes down empty halls of memory.
You gave me all the light you had left—
but I was born with shadows in my bones. I’m sorry the night light of your love
no longer keeps the monsters at bay.
They’ve learned my name,
they sleep beside me,
they wear my face when I look in the mirror. You fought so hard to raise me in peace,
to silence the screams you swallowed for years.
But I inherited more than your eyes,
more than your soft hands a nd fragile hopes—
I carry your ghosts like heirlooms
I never asked for but can’t let go. I know you dreamed of more for me—
a life where laughter comes easier
than breathing through grief.
But drinking the pain away
only makes me thirsty
for the last handful of dirt dropped on my casket.
I sip sorrow from cracked glasses,
searching for something that feels like escape
but always tastes like drowning. I’m sorry I couldn’t always be the son
you belie...

I..... Waited, waited, & waited Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes..... Sitting in emotions of defeat But this seat...... Was my only attachment to you..... A connection between your soul and my heart Yet, we departed ways In the middle of our days Where the sun would try to hold on to that last lingering cloud Before the moon would break through the shadows..... Neither could fathom the reason why They kept seeing my face day after day..... I Waited..... On you to break the silence Of this dark disposition Wondering where the moments of wondering where you are Were nothing, but wonders pondering on what to think next Yet, nothing was left to think of But you made your decision And I couldn't believe I sat waiting on you to appear Then disappear then re-appear like ain't shit happened That chair should have crumbled beneath me To let me know our foundation wasn't even sturdy enough For me to lay my emotions on..... Waited Un...