Family
I don't say this enough...
Mama, There is an entire world about me you know and one you don’t. The one you currently know is a buss full of beautiful entangles and ugly depths I wish I never let you see. You got to see them all anyway and without judgement even when you were angry, I still knew I was your daughter. The world that is well and alive that isn’t in your site lingers with me every single day. You see mama I have always been strong even when the pain, weakness and feeling of burden carried me. I can’t comprehend or fathom a world where you don’t exist with me here in this form. I never told you this or even admitted it out loud, but I am petrified of not having you here. I know what you’re thinking, I’m crazy. I sound insane to you because you’re the healthiest human being I know and regardless of that fact, I know one day you won’t be here for me to hold. As much as we both are firm proud believers of the afterlife where your soul carries on, this doesn’t eliminate my fear. No matter how in tune I am with people who have already moved on I’m mortified that I won’t be able to be in tune with you. Needless to say, the world you don’t know about me is the existence of fear that I hide in the world you do know.
By Zyla Soul4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, It’s been a never-ending ride on the struggle bus since you been gone. I don’t even know where to begin, your baby boy is now a man…a gay man. Whom has gained some life experiences, been Suicidal, Homeless, and broken? Fighting against the social stigmas that are placed upon me. Fighting against the world filled with people who you never truly get to know, not knowing if someone that you live next to wish death or joy upon you. This world that you left me on alone, even though surrounded by friends and family I was still alone. My world was filled with darkness the day that you were no longer a part of my world, never something that should happen to an eight-year-old. Not only was you gone but our father. the man that we have known to be our father abandoned me and my brother. I was devastated. The two people that was to guide us and show us this world was gone. I can only imagine how my older brothers felt.
By Levert Frederick 4 years ago in Confessions
If Only
Dear mom, Here I write to you a confession of the things I wish I had the courage to say before it was too late to change my ways and go down the path you wished I had went down. If only I sat down and listened to your words of wisdom instead of walking away from something that could have changed my life. If only I would have told you I was interested in the same sex earlier maybe you would have accepted my partner. I could day dream about all the what ifs but it would not change the fact that I stand here today on the other side of the country thousands of miles away. The only thing I have now are these words that will not ever reach you because maybe deep down inside I do not want them to reach you.
By Bethany Misner4 years ago in Confessions
Don't Be Mad
I never told you, but I know who I am, and it's not the woman you know. I have been hiding this from you because I don't want to hurt you. So, if you read this please read with care and know that I warned you. You may get hurt, but I need to let it all out.
By Mackenzie Hanson4 years ago in Confessions
Waiting
Momma, You told me once that I was wild when I was in your womb, kicking and punching all hours. Awake and ready for the world. Then you told me it scared you. You thought I would be an out-of-control child and one you needed to break. It’s difficult for me to fathom those months you spent staring at your growing belly, afraid. You were scared of me, a tiny baby not yet born, still one with you. You thought I would be too big. Too much. Too alive. And that life, full of energy, scared you enough to want to smash it. Before you met me, you labeled me something that needed correcting and took aggressive measures to shut me down and control me. You were partly successful. You should be proud of yourself, the hard work you put into breaking me almost worked.
By Sarah DuPerron4 years ago in Confessions
Who Broke The Chess Board?
Hey Mama, I just want to tell you that the memory of us sitting opposite of each other at the small wooden table outside, with nothing but a marble chess board between us will always be my favorite. The warm desert air upon my cheeks filled me with such content. A feeling I have tried hard many times to recreate, and a feeling you could give me with such ease.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Confessions
About That...
Remember the time that there was something wrong with dad's tea? Yes, that was me. It all started because I was ten and I couldn't take his drinking anymore. I studied the plants that were in the yard and made a discovery that one of them is dangerous if taken or ingested. Now before you worry nothing happened and he just made me make him a new picture of tea so there was no actual damage done but I was a child, and I was trying to protect us from the beatings that we all got, and I wanted to make it end.
By Linda Stanfill4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Days Confessions
Hey Mum, I have never told you this before, but you broke my heart. Smashed it into pieces then stamped on it with the sole of your foot until it was nothing but powder beneath your feet, you have broken me in ways there is no way I could ever rebuild it into the once pure and hopeful heart I used to possess.
By Melissa Hill4 years ago in Confessions
Happy Mother's Day
Hey Mom. I have never told you this before, but I feel guilty for not telling you this before. I have never told you how much I love you. I thought it would be cliché to say those kinds of things as I am a teenager now. But I realized that no matter how old I get, I will be your son. The son who used to feel happy and safe when he was around you. When we were in the supermarket, I would grab chocolates from the store and hide them in the basket, thinking that you would never buy them, but after becoming a teenager, I noticed that you knew about it beforehand but never scolded me just because you wanted to see the naughty smile on my face.
By Narendran C4 years ago in Confessions
Hi Amma
Hi Amma, We never really talked so much when you were around, did we? Sure, we had loads of moments. We did loads of things together. I would watch you sew, you would watch me try. But we never really talked, I guess. I was always so worried what you would say… if you would approve, if my questions were too silly, if I could just joke. But now that you’re gone, I have a hard time not talking to you.
By Fay Rahman4 years ago in Confessions
