Beseeching-2 (Parent's POV)

Warm greeetingss people!!! I am so happy to share today's poem with you. It took me ages to write this. Literally AGES. But, finally I did it, I completed this poem. *Happy Tears*

This poem is a second and the last part of my poem Beseeching . Many people asked me to increase the length of the poem because it touched them so much that they wanted more. I couldn't do it because I think I ended the poem at the right moment. However, I have written a second part of it through a parent's perception. 

It's a challenge to write about something you haven't had a first hand experience of. Trust me when I say it takes all your creativity out of you to write such poems from an adult's perspective when you are just a young adult. Also, to write it in a way that it feels authentic and precise. It's a massive task. And I am so satisfied with the result. It took me 2 whole months to write it. Omg, I can't believe I have finally completed this poem. 

Enough of blabbering. Now, go ahead. Read it.

Beseeching -2 (Parent's POV)

I never wanted to make you
feel like you never existed for me.

It wasn't your mistake to ask for my
attention but it was what you owned,
what was yours all along and I
denied you the very thing you needed
to survive.

When you came into my life,
it was a moment to be cherished
and not petrified
but I was.

I dreaded the sight of your innocent face
not 'cause I hated you but
'cause that face held the power to lay bare
my darkest nights.

I wanted an escape from you and
your eyes that held an ocean within.
I wanted to run away
but I knew I never really could.

For the rest of my life I got too busy trying
to find an escape from you,
too busy building a future where you
wouldn't get the equal name.

I saw you choose all the wrong paths and
I never stopped you.
Maybe because that's all I wanted
you to do,
maybe I thought that was the only way
I could escape you.

I fell apart even after trying with all my will
and found myself lost among the grey
woods and deep blue skies.
So I busied myself in patching up my
shredded tapestry.

Every time
when I looked at you
I saw you in a different light.
Sometimes you were the diamond to my sky,
sometimes you were the bruise from an age old violence.

I didn't know how to love you for
all the things you were.
Maybe I didn't want to love you 'cause
falling in love with you was like falling in love with the one who created you.

All my life,
I ran away from myself and from
the love I had for you.
I tore you apart,
'cause I was too afraid to show you my
shattered pieces.

                          - Parent's inability to be vulnerable can cost a child their whole relationship with them.

-Some Fries & Some Poetry