I Listened To Mom When the Tide Rose

When threat, doubt or danger treacherously loomed over me, I felt the despicable untruthfulness of most friends whose mouths were volcanos erupting, destroying what I had built: that stronghold of trust towering over them when their trustworthiness would have gladden me. .. not being torn apart by their misdeeds and pretenses. I listened to mom when the tide rose, when the turbulent waves battered the defenseless rocks on any winter's night, " My dearest boy, watch out for the slithering serpent who makes no noises, but attacks viciously in an instant." Then her words made no sense, their meaning wasn't caught; today, listening to their echo, I am against the foe in a tempest! And I relentlessly fight to free myself from the rage it creates while faces of mockery appear, their laughter loudly resonates; I cover my ears under the heavy sheets to block out their sound, " You still listen to mom, grow up and come with us, live life! Be a man like us, doing whatever delights us... there's no limit in what we can do. Who's going to be to be there for you when she's no longer around? Not one of them is alive today, they pursued their false dreams and pleasures, lived life their way and abused alcohol and drugs never singing an anthem; their wives deserted them, their kids never loved them in those tender ways. I have overcome every struggle and every conflict, fought every battle by being much stronger than them! The portrait of mom on the opposite wall looks straight at me as her happy voice returns to speak, " Take my memory with you to brighten your day, you will live long for having been obedient to me and having loved me; my nurturing spirit will guide you through many storms approaching, I will allay each fear. "