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You hoped your words found me
Alive, happy and healthy.

Things I could never be.
Thrice.
A simple life,
wouldn't that be nice?
Although this isn't about me
nor is it about you.
It's about the second to come out of the womb.
Look at him.
He's barely even twelve.
He's been through shit
and he's living in hell.
Can't you see?
One more mistake
and the next time you see him he'll be my age.
Eighteen.
All grown up worried as can be.
Do you want that?
Another son full of hate?
Why do I asking.
It's probably too late.

On the other hand,

perhaps it's not.

You might have a chance,
Just don't talk to the devil

or take that last dance.
A window is opening.

It's open just a crack.

Doesn't matter if it's yours,

because now there's no turning back.

It takes but a nudge.
you're just stubborn as a mule!
You won't even budge!
Look at me Ma.
Open your eyes!
See the life that around you and
spread your wings to take flight!
You have so many gifts.
Surround yourself with positive vibes
and positive people that up-lift!
These are my lessons.

They will improve over time,

but never change.

Take heed of my message.

The future shall now be a clear image.

Forever imbued with you and your visage.