Mother pleads for her boy not to go.
Man is done with rules and walls.
Bricks of limitations and expectations and
freedom is in the night.
It snakes around black with danger
and stars' cold stare.
Eyes of mothers; many children lost.
Dark whispers in directions and circles
always leading down to hit earth.
Pleasure before pain.
An acidic household corroding and peeling
at edges of skin and nerves
like fire, and a rope holding something special up.
Mother broken, blames the husband.
Man to boy. who rules this kingdom?
Of a flame and a rope and something special.
Tears flow hazy glazes over vision of too many backs turned.
Mother blames eternity and God's wicked humour.
Mother ready to fall at the lick of a flame.
~ Chelsea Papps
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I would love to hear the story behind this!
ReplyDeleteoh this is actually my second attempt at writing ever! I was all worked up because my family was fighting and I had to get it out, because my voice doesn't usually get heard in my household...
ReplyDeleteit talks about the fragility of my family, and a moment right near the point of breaking. My brother was getting to that age where he started challenging my dad, he wanted freedom and power. He ran out, and my dad let him. But my mom was so upset, because she wanted her boy home safe. He's never run away before. My mom was in hysterics, and blaming my dad for it all, and telling him to go get him. It was a power struggle that almost pushed everyone over the edge.
The cops brought my brother home a few hours later, so he was safe, and my mom didn't die of worry.