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a barrier is necessary

2025-02-22

a barrier is necessary

to separate

the prey

from the predator lurking on everything so lovely

predator doesn’t lurk on the lamb

it lurks on its pretiness

the magical way it lives in its own world

seeing the grass greener

whereas predator doesn’t see grass

just the lamb

the little lamb

my mom

my beautiful sad mom

in a world filled with the greenest grass

topped with the prettiest flowers

in a world i thought i’d live for eternity

till i found out she made a bargain

letting the fox in the hen house

after seeing a lamb of its own roaring

displeased that pink topped grass is only exclusive in her own world

she must have wanted to check how outside was

too scared to let me out

too respectful of my curiosity to let someone in

i wonder how hard must it have been

to give up what she had created

me

and her flowers

as her flowers rotted

her grass got browner

her limbs got weaker

her lamb got angrier

roaring

louder than any lion

i

sorry i am mother

for not knowing what it's like outside

i

sorry i am mother

for thinking of the greener grass

believing i could find it outside

if not

make it in my own

just like you did

i

sorry i am mother

for bringing destruction to your creation

to build mine

i

sorry i am mother

for i can't appreciate your grass as well as you do

i

sorry i am mother

for i see myself as a lion

but being your lamb

i

i sorry i am mother

for feeling so good in your world

and trying to dictate if i am elsewhere

to find out if

truly i can

roar

to one that's out to

kill the flowers

i

sorry i am mother

for wanting to be both a predator capable of killing

what's out to kill

that gives life

and a white little prey

that's out to watch

the little ants

build a home

in a home i build

amidst the greenest grass

i

sorry i am mother

for not knowing the sisters and the brothers of the killers of the flowers that i'd kill

would come back to kill your flowers

as they can't kill me

and they can't kill you

but if your flowers die

i die

im sorry for

killing you mom

i just wanted

more flowers

i just

i just wanted them for my kids

im sorry mom

im sorry

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