Pain Grows in The Heart
It started with a little hole in my heart.
Running around in dirty diapers, wishing it was food instead of rats
In the house with momma, wishing the crying would stop
But she don’t know about the pain growing in my heart.
As I get older the pain get uncontrollable
Wishing I was in the center of my mother’s arms while she reads my favorite book to me
But instead she’s doing a double shift at a restaurant when she should had went to school from the start
Because she don’t know about the paining hole that’s halfway in the center of my heart
People teasin’ me because they see disbelief in my eyes
But all along it’s tearful, tired eye, waiting for the painful hole to stop growing in the center of my heart
Now I am older, so momma gave me money, food, clothes, but still no family to love
Until one day, mom quit her job and can come home and she couldn’t give me no money, food, or clothes, just a hug
All it took was a hug and the painful hole stop growing above
man i like this peom because i can relate to it. all we looking for is that love and support but moms always put, pops gone which turns us towards the streets for love then finally moms break down and express her love for her son or daughter and thats all we were looking for. good poem. stay strong
I can relate so much to this poem. Writing is a great way to release your emotions, offer up forgiveness and create the life that you deserve, with joy in your heart.
Thank you so much for sharing…