Confessions of a son…

We never lose our innocence. We never lose our insecurities. We only learn how to hide them, as we grow up

I was cold and small and filled with fear,
When I felt your fingers soak my tear,
My hands reached out and yours did it meet,
And I felt the warmth, knew Ma was near.

With my tiny hands and tiny feet,
With barely a breath and barely a beat,
Drawn towards your loving stare,
I crawled upon the crumpled sheet.

I opened my eyes to the world’s bright glare,
To see your lips move in a silent prayer,
You covered my eyes and kissed my head,
And ran your fingers through my hair.

Weeks and months and years ahead,
I saw what they did and heard what they said,
I saw men laugh and saw men cry,
I saw men live and saw men dead.

I have learnt to hunt and learnt to fly,
But Inside I feel dark and dry.
Their filthy hands have touched my soul,
I have learnt to cheat, to steal and lie.

I feel burnt and darkened and turned to coal,
when I feed on blood in my silver bowl,
They stabbed my heart with a burning spear,
Ripped my conscience and punched a hole.

And today when I stand lonely here,
With my face turned away from Mother dear,
I feel cold and small and filled with fear,
And need your fingers to soak my tear.