freedom
Up high above my head
Beyond the reach of my outstretched hands
To the whites and blues that are the sky
They are my standard limit
But times have come when my judgment has clouded
My thoughts lost focus
and my views turned quite so sour
But of my bouts of deep depression
My mind can recall nary a moment when you did turn your shoulders,
your back, to my unsure gaze
Whether it was problems of family, friends, boys,
or simply the angst of a young teenage soul,
You did not care
Without fail, you were just there
Comfort, though, I could not give for when your story of a life turned dim
and the light of others rendered your ability to look forward and blinded you so
For that reason among others, I am truly sorry
What excuse have I other than the fact my years can not begin to compare
as I am still a child
despite my fights and shouts for freedom from my shackles
The entirety of your knowledge has yet to become mine
But held, you have not, this liability against me
and welcomed, you have, the fruits of my selflessness and selfishness
But only on a skewed scale, would one side surely not tip
and no amount of shame can change this unfavorable truth
This gratitude of which I harbor is an unfamiliar presence to you
for my sight no longer lies but on unreliable hopes and dreams ahead
To my credit, this stranger to even myself
has reared its head on occasions accounting for more than the digit one
To the ego of human flaws and ineptitude, however,
these rare experiences have occurred on intervals not so pure,
Tainted they are by the inks of longing and want
The words are now routine and have lost their meaning
and so this poem is not solely true sentiments and corrupted this dedication, have I
Forgive me dearly.
I say this, but in my mind, there is already no uncertainty to your reply
Said words that hold no value, but exist still
Lessons learned, but soon forgotten
Will the cycle ever end?
Or will the wings of hope slowly burn in the heat of day?
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