I am hung on who I've been!
My sprout often surprising
With portraits where I blend in
And it nearly ofends me.
Then I realise it's all he sees,
He will never know the me
that dared and cared and dreamed,
Lost to the clocks raging beats.
I didn't give up on myself,
I'm just waitin' for a breath,
To catch all that is still left.
Because I chose to have them,
And it takes a whole, that swallows
The me I wanted to give.
To my precious little bud, you hurt so good. You keep me humble and thinking and challenged. 😁
