I saw you thinking of me, a helpless creature residing within, living rent-free. Conceived of misleading trust and corrupting passion, still holding onto a thread of compassion. I saw you, an imperfect being with bruised ego, a tear-stained face regretting action. With a heavy heart, once the cradle of mesmerising aspirations, just took the wrong course. On the edge of an unsheathed sword, bearing the fresh wound of a broken promise, a forfeited applause. A victim of spite and condemnation, a marred reputation. My embryonic spirit sank in the river of your unending tears, with blurry forecasts, uncertain future, tinged with awkward confrontations. I saw you thinking of me, dark thoughts hovering over a caring heart, the host of a special artifact, an unadorned art.
I saw you placing a hand over me to feel that, that rhythm of hope. The faint glow in depressing darkness, the seed from which beautiful tomorrows grow, that seed of hope. Remembering that the verdict of time always favours the innocent, the wrongfully damned, the neglected heroes. In that uncertain time, you cherished those inherited values, believing in the undying soul, knowing life is just a game of shadows. If only you could feel the peaceful thoughts I oozed forth, a barren attempt to calm a weary mind. I relished in that bubble of anticipation, wishing you gave me an opportunity to see the sunshine.
Now I see you looking at me, the sanctuary of unconditional affection, evidence of a heart that loved. The umbilical chord was just a physical significance, an emotional necessity. But what we share now, no stainless steel blade can severe, that desire for mutual welfare. A mother's LOVE lights up any runway.
