The Weight of Her Sacrifice
Every time I close my eyes,
I see pain disguised as love, hidden in disguise.
Each day I envision my mother’s life without me,
A new person appears, as far as the eye can see.
Her eyes sparkle, a glow never before known,
She gets to be whatever she’s shown.
A lawyer, a doctor, a teacher with grace,
Her life unshackled, a world to embrace.
No longer dictated by my endless plea,
She lives with no part of her split from me.
A life whole and free, no chains to admit,
Her heart unburdened, no part to split.
Unbuckled from all the shackles of her past,
She becomes what she wishes, at last.
No more sacrifices, no burdens to bear,
She lives as she pleases, without a care.
She remains someone I'll always admire,
I open my eyes, and there she is, entire.
I see pain lurking behind those sullen eyes,
I destroyed what she could be, the truth, no disguise.
She is happy, yet not as joyfully free,
As she could have been, had it not been for me.
I see the light dim in her weary eyes,
A life half-lived, beneath silent skies.
It is my dream to make her whole,
But I know I can't heal her soul.
She lives in a cage, with me as the chain,
If only I could break her pain.
I know she longs for my success to shine,
Yet the weight of her sacrifices burdens my mind.
I must toil and strive with unwavering might,
To ensure her sacrifices were never in flight.
When she closes her eyes,
She sees the relics of her past’s ties.
She dreams of all she could have been,
Her hopes now live in her children’s grin.
Though if she had the choice,
I would want her to choose herself over me.
Because I will never be able to give back what she gave to me,
I hope she chooses herself over me.
Reflections of Fire and Love
When I gaze into the mirror’s face,
I see two sides, a tangled grace.
One reflects my father's pain,
A legacy of anger, born of strain.
The other, shaped by mother's heart,
A side of love, with warmth to impart.
I understand my father's rage,
The world that molded him, a bitter cage.
Yet I struggle to comprehend her fire,
How did love remain, untarnished by mire?
In a world that breaks, how did she stay whole?
How did her heart remain pure, her soul?
When I have children, I hope they take,
The fury of my father, the passion they make.
The world will try to steal their light,
Leaving them dim, in the endless night.
But I wish for the strength my mother knew,
And my father's wrath, fierce and true.
A blend of both, my perfect shield,
To face a world where love is concealed.
During starless nights, I gaze in the mirror,
Tears stain my face, my heart grows narrower.
I mourn the loss of my inner child,
Whose innocence once bloomed, tender and wild.
The mirror reflects what time has stolen,
A soul once pure, now broken and swollen.
What cruel force caused its silent demise?
Was it age’s weight or the world’s harsh lies?
Love, Unwritten
Some call it a river deep,
Some say it's a bleak desert.
Some weigh it like gold so rare,
Some say it's as light as air.
Some call it a silver blade so fine.
It comes unasked, it won’t be chained,
A blessing sweet, or love in vain.
Right or wrong—it’s all the same.
Through trials deep, through twists unknown,
Turns the heart, bends the soul,
Changes fate with words unshown.
Wild and free, love calls to thee,
Leads the way on paths untold.
No one behind, no one ahead,
Yet the heart still runs instead.
Struck by love, this love of mine,
Lost within its endless time.
Shared by all, yet owned by none,
A tale rewritten, never done.
No rule, no guide, no written sign,
Love just teaches, undefined.
When eyes do meet, they wake so bright,
No thread, no chain, yet bound so tight.
Two lost eyes, now tied in dreams,
A home for love where none has been.
It’s not yours, it’s not mine,
No one knows how much is whose.
In what language is it writ,
This love, this love—a boundless script.
Not meant to hold, not meant to tame,
A flickering spark, an endless flame.
It rises, falls, yet never dies,
A silent echo in the skies.
Love is not a path to find,
It’s the road, the wind, the tide.
It stays, it strays, yet all the same—
It leaves us changed, but never named.
Twenty-Four Floors to Forever
The elevator doors slid apart,
And there she was—a work of art.
Sandalwood and citrus air,
A scent of things once lost, now there.
A strand of hair tucked soft in place,
The kind of calm, unhurried grace.
She turned, she smiled, their eyes aligned,
A moment stretched beyond all time.
The numbers climbed, the world stood still,
His heart betrayed his practiced will.
He saw the life they had not lived,
The love they hadn’t yet to give.
"Long day?" he asked—his voice unsure,
She laughed, a sound so light, so pure.
"Exciting’s overrated," she said,
But in her smile, new paths were laid.
The lift kept climbing—ten, then twelve,
A silent space where secrets dwelled.
"Do you live here?" A question small,
But somehow, it contained it all.
"Not exactly," she replied,
A flicker of something deep inside.
She used to—once, in days now blurred,
A past she carried, yet left unstirred.
Twenty floors, then twenty-one,
The ride too short, yet just begun.
Her stop approached, she had to go,
But fate had ways to make love grow.
The doors slid open—twenty-four,
A choice to leave or something more.
She hesitated, turned his way,
A silent plea that dared him stay.
And so he did—one step, then two,
A breathless risk, a world brand new.
"I think I’d rather keep moving," he said,
She grinned—he followed where she led.
The doors slid shut, but this time, see,
They didn’t close on destiny.
A Life Still Breathes
Somewhere in me still,
Life remains, though just a spark.
A new heartbeat wakes within,
A sign that I’m still alive.
There’s a longing in this moment,
Like it was always meant for me.
Now it stands right here before me,
Should I take it, set it free?
Scorching sun upon my skin,
Finds the shade of a gentle tree.
Like a child’s forgotten laughter,
Drifting back so suddenly.
Something deep inside me stirs,
Like old wounds being healed.
Years of sorrow now seem lighter,
Like mercy soft and real.
A lost kite cut from its string,
That’s the life I used to know.
Yesterday was never mine,
Every day a tale untold.
Now a voice behind me calls,
A bond I never knew remained.
Why does the fear of tomorrow,
Still keep me so afraid?
