The Storm
Dear mom,
Love is something that cannot be stopped
Or stalled as you so want me to do.
It’s almost as if you are pained
To see me with someone not you.
And even though you say that’s not the case,
That you are simply trying to help me brace,
All I can think is that the shielding hurts,
and this hurt in my heart is making it worse.
So accept that I will not give him up.
I will not let him go as you so want me to do,
Because this is between him and I,
And this decision is not up to you.
You have had your turn
To live your life unfurled
Made choice for me to learn
And brought me into the world.
I did not ask to be born,
But this life is mine
And if he doesn’t mind
We will remain together, untorn
So instead of being angry and unaccepting of me,
My decisions, choices, and life,
Support me during times of strife
Like the best friend of mine that you believe yourself to be.
Be my shoulder to cry on
and help me see clarity and light
Despite the storms that may spawn
And cloud my mind, my heart, my sight.
Help prepare me for my future life
though you'll not be a part of if this attitude causes me strife
Try your best to be there for when I ache
And help me mend myself when I break
At this point in time,
YOU are the one breaking me,
Making me fall from my climb
And all I want to say is,
Don’t become the storm you so fear will hit me.
Still with hope,
Your loving daughter,
Samantha Saenz