SomehowA Poem by J.AThis is for my mother. I wrote this when I got hired to teach.I remember going through a task: Clawing out a hole, feeling concrete floor. Holding on a grasp. Leaving bleeding footprints since my foot’s pricked by a broken hour glass. Watch another hour pass. Hoping not to fall. Falling out of sight. All is in a lull. Soul is out of fight. Darkness seeping in the hall. Almost out of light. Lines you read are getting old, (This will not suffice) Everything was going up in smokes, blowing up in flames, hated to be going out alone, growing up in vain. Rolling out of bed. Writing hope for my tomorrows, but was almost out of lead. She told me to keep going, though I’m almost out of breath. I watched her work two jobs so we’d be almost out of debt. Tired and always stressed. How come she never sounds upset? Told myself I’d pay her back somehow, someday. Maybe then, for once, she’ll take a month off holiday. So as I sharpened up my skills, sparking up my will. I was starving just to make it like a shark hunting its meal. If you looked me in the eyes, might’ve seen my fire. Might’ve seen that every failure was my sole igniter. I used to look into the mirror, and just feel fear. Despite the rocky waves, I can still steer. This house won’t ever crumble while I’m still here. I own a golden lighter in my pocket. guess I’ll take all disappointments, roll it up and smoke it. Inhaling pain, exhaling change. Breathing every moment. I made it out alive, Now I’m high and flying, high-fiving clouds.MY-TIME-IS-NOW. Never thought I’d ever see the day I made my momma proud. After all these years, I found, I’ve been down, But cause of you, I never once hit the ground. Thank you Ma. As a kid, I knew one day, I’d pay you back somehow. No worries.. You’ll never hit the concrete floor; I got you now. © 2016 J.AReviews
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