Can you hear me? I can hear you. I’ve always been able to hear you, from the day you came into this world so silently. You were a sickly child, always catching colds.
Mother worried a lot, but she never let it hold you back, she always gave you your freedom. Did you deserve your freedom? I’m not sure you did.
You didn’t listen well enough, you thought you always knew best but deep down you knew you were wrong. You wouldn’t let them tell you what to do but you didn’t know what do yourself.
You’d rather live in ignorance hiding your pain than let someone else know you were weak. I heard you.
I heard you turning to God in your desperation, when another day had gone wrong, another lost friend, or another argument. I heard it when you cried yourself to sleep.
You deserved it, you didn’t listen. You never listened. Are you listening now? I’m trying to help you but you won’t let me. You could have done such great things.
All you had to do was listen I was giving you all of the answers. I was right there; always watching you, guiding you, saving you from the darkness of the world.
I won’t let anything bad happen, are you listening to me? You have to listen; I can’t help you if you don’t listen. I felt weak around the holidays. It was because of you. Hiding me away.
Bottling me up. You’re trying not to listen, but I hear it all. The cruel family ‘jokes’. The disgusting smack of your thighs when you walk. The New Year’s Kiss with a Chardonnay bottle.
The bitter truth you try to ignore. Can you hear me now? Can you feel me? I’m under your skin. If you listen, I can give you the answer. You can make it better.
You know you didn’t deserve freedom. You were so sickly, always catching colds. You can still do a great thing. I won’t let anything bad happen. Mother won’t be worried any more.
I am so glad I got you to listen to me.