The Woman Who's Made of Bricks And Blood
The
Woman Who’s Made up of Bricks and Blood
Do you ever
stop and think about
how the universe is constantly working
to snatch away from you,
the only person who's the most precious
to you?
Do you ever stop and think about
the fact that every day you breathe in,
is a day closer to one of the
most painful goodbyes?
Do you ever stop and think about
all the times you've left this
goddess of a woman hurting
because she gave birth to you?
Do you ever wonder about
all the scars and wounds she
carries within herself to
protect you from the venomous world?
Do you ever wonder about
all the I love you's,
you have left unsaid,
hanging in the air,
between the two of you?
Do you ever look at her and
feel your heart swell up with emotions,
like flowers blooming in a field,
giving your heart a rhythm to beat to?
Do you ever look at the sky and
feel an immense sense of gratitude
tampered with a slight tinge of grief?
Are you waiting for the right time
to tell her you love her?
Are you looking at the clock ticking,
and feel the time slipping away from your
reach?
Yes, yes and yes.
I don't know how I am going to
make it up to her for..
All the things she has done for me that
I have never said an honest thank you for.
All the times she carried a sword in her
hands and wounds in her heart that
I have never said an I love you for.
All the times she has been hurt
'cause my words cut through her like a knife.
All the times I thought I had enough time
to say a sorry, a thank you and an
I love you.
All the times I have left her alone
in the chaos of life to survive.
Time's slipping away and
it's too fragile to hold on to anymore.
I don't want to make a mistake now,
I can't bear to lose her more than
I have already.
Mom,
Thank you for all the things you've done
for me since I was a red blob of blood.
Thank you for giving me your care
and your warmth even in the times when
you needed the same for yourself.
Thank you for all that you are and for the
whole universe you reflect within yourself.
I know it's not been easy for you,
in a world that wants to keep it's
women under it's toes.
I know this 'cause I am born from you,
your blood and your pain
flows through my veins.
I am sorry 'cause I have hurt you
enough times,
sometimes with my wounding words
and sometimes with my cruel actions.
I am sorry 'cause I took you and
your love like a possession as if it's
something I'll always have an access to.
But now I know,
what's mine might slip away anytime,
what's mine might just leave me forever.
'Cause what I thought to be mine
was something I actually never owned.
I love you and I don't need a reason to say
that nor do you need a reason to hear that.
You deserve all the unconditional and
selfless love you have mothered me with.
I wish I said all of this to you before,
during all the times I left these words
hanging in the air between us.
I love you and I thank you,
for you are not just my mother, or
my one and only, but
a woman of honour
who's made up of bricks and blood.
-The
Loquacious Writes
Context-
It was my mom's birthday a few days ago and this is what I wrote for her and dedicated to her as a birthday gift. I cried the whole time while putting this poem together, it was the toughest poem I have ever written. Why so, because it's difficult to be vulnerable about your feelings sometimes and put into words how exactly you are feeling. When I showed this poem to her and after she finished reading it, what followed next was a heartfelt moment between a daughter and mother. I would never forget her reaction to this poem, ever. The reason why I debated putting this poem up was because I did not want to tamper the reaction my mom gave me or the moment we shared after she read it.
I dedicated this poem to my mom and you all are free to dedicate it to yours as well, but without stealing my hardwork ofcourse :)
x.
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