POETRY | GOTHIC | IDENTITY

Mother

Questioning the self in the shadow of unconditional love

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Image: AI-generated using DALL·E (OpenAI) and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.

Am I all that you hoped I would be?
Or am I the shapeless void
That engulfs me inside?

Did you envision me this way
When you first gazed into my eyes?

All your hopes and dreams,
All your fears and fragilities,
All your potential
Put into this one tiny being,

A boy

But not a prince —
Always a poet —
Deep in thought.

The thinker,
You would call me.

Your little thinker.
Your doting eyes,
Observing me,
Studying my features,
Adoring each aspect,
Cherishing each crevice.

Your nurturing voice
Always there
From my moment of sentience,
Wakened in the womb
To a love that lingers little
Out in the world,
A world I was never ready for.