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Gentle, like a soft rain
Often silent, soothing away
Fears that trampled
Over my soul, erasing the little girl
Innocence
With a sense of darkness
A kiss of dread, pouring out the
Melancholy, the doubt
Insecurities looming ahead
In the ripeness of a wisdom found
At the eve of adulthood,
Where naivete and knowledge
Faced each other, challenging the spirit
To remember how it felt to listen
To the gentle, the soft, the voice of a heart
Far more understanding and wise
Than the one heard now, impressing
Upon the mind – details of how
Maturity means racing through the teen
Years, sacrificing hopes and dreams,
Little things that meant everything…
Risking the past, the purity
That lies in secret, waiting for the time
When colorful lies creep in,
Revealing themselves in passions
Bold and vibrant, creating walls between
The gentleness of a woman called mom
And the little girl turning into
Lonely, aching thoughts – forced to listen
To the promises of what will come
When there are no boundaries, no rules
Only the assurance that life, so bright,
Is fortified by a lack of controls,
No powers to answer to, no restrictions
Just life – lived from following
The heart’s laws,
Decrees that assume there will be
Good in the world, decency, kindness
Like the woman who raised her up,
Honestly, with the promise of a life highlighted
By the love that comes with it…
Yet, she would not see – clearly
The ruthlessness, the shameless, the corruption
Evil basking in the pain, the remorse,
Regrets from her – when she refused to
Hear the cool, calm voice of her mom
And, going her own way, discovering the blackness
Of a night so cruel and dark, starless – trembling
Furiously – with the knowledge
That she had longed for, but had never
Prepared for, the knowledge that led her
To know the meaning of depression, despair
Self-destruction without caring for the heart
Who she had followed into this world
This sphere of unwelcome disgrace, darkening
Her feelings, her faith, her freedom
With a reminder that she had to find her way
Back to the gentleness, the soothing, the sensitivity
One who had been true to her – the mom
Who really knew her – and loved her unconditionally
With a love that comes from listening
To the spirit who brings grace and hope,
Poured out inside those who know Him, the One
Who fills each cup to overflowing
with real love!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023