Poem: Afraid

Afraid of my own son, I stand alone,
A heart once full, now with fear, it’s sown.
His eyes once bright, now hold a darkness deep,
Oh, how I long for the trust we used to keep.

Once a gentle soul, so full of light,
Now consumed by shadows that block out the bright.
I watch as he walks down a treacherous path,
A path of pain and sorrow, causing my heart to gasp.

The choices he makes, I cannot comprehend,
Where did my little boy go, that I did send?
Afraid of his anger, afraid of his rage,
I fear for his future, trapped in this cage.

What demons possess him, what secrets lie?
In the depths of his soul, where darkness resides.
I’ve tried to reach him, to pull him from this abyss,
But he pushes me away, his anger hard to miss.

I long to hold him, to heal his wounded heart,
But he pushes me away, tearing our bond apart.
Afraid of what I might say, afraid of what he might do,
I’m left with unanswered questions, feeling so blue.

Oh, how I yearn for the son I once knew,
The one who laughed, the one who loved too.
But now, I’m left with this deep sense of dread,
Afraid for his future, for the life he might tread.

I pray for his healing, for his soul to find peace,
Even though our relationship seems irreparable, at least.
For a mother’s love is etched deep in her core,
And I’ll keep hoping, praying, for evermore.

Thank-you for reading,

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie