Naive Poem by Tammi Celina Lyons

Naive



How? Why? How did it start? Why did it happen at all?
My kindness is my curse, my weakness since birth.
I did my wrongs in the past and that's where it should stay.
I could only hold it as a remembrance of a lesson learned.
Of course I was foolish, but so are many.
My brother speaks harsh words and words that he doesn't even know the definition.
I was foolish for that ridiculous statement, it was the heat of the moment. And than again, I stayed shut.
I didn't want to be the clown to continue so I let my little brother play his scene. What a childish movie scene it was.
But still I cried, I tried not to but he who speaks my past is someone that does not know my footprints.
I stay shut for I know the feeling of losing the visualization.
We will blurt out nonsense and end up nowhere in the dictionary.
But how? My brother why? Why does my tears give you relief of happiness? How does it please you to hurt your own blood? Mother?
We are siblings and came from our Mother who gave us life and a purpose to breathe, to better our lives, to be better than our kin, to not continue the cycle of our elders.
What did I do to make you angry? How did this argument become all about my past problems?
You don't understand little brother, these are delicate petals you're stepping on.
I am childish for saying my thoughts but you also have to understand, you're committing the same movie in every series.
There's no changes in you little one.
You witnessed me try yet you don't care for my potential in achieving something so great that could be my future. Step by step as I go.
You treat family like we're no one but slaves to care for your needs.
Do you see any hurt in us at all? Why can't you try? Who is the next person to cry for help when you're all they need?
Discipline yourself today and tomorrow my little brother that knows no pity.
You will learn like I am today and into the beyond of what you don't clearly see.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,changes,days,discipline,family,hurt,past,today,weakness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As you read these words you could feel what I have felt, the hurt coming alive as my sibling continues to bring the past at this present time. Disturbed as I was then, today I keep my head held high and remember that he is as guilty as I am. I know my patience, and it's okay to let go and cry your eyes out if you know what can be better the next time it happens. I am sensitive and naive but I try. Tomorrow will always be a better positive day when you keep your strength held high. My Angels are my faith and wisdom to whatever obstacles that may come my way. Overall, today is tomorrow and my life is just going the way it should, and I'm still okay. Thank you for taking this time in reading what I cried. I am positive so if you feel the way how I felt, remember this; you are a blessing and it does not matter about what happened in the past because you are trying your hardest, you're doing the best that you can do. It's okay to cry but know that there is always a 'tomorrow' to make yourself full of happiness. I care for YOUR well being today and tomorrow. God bless us all, take care.
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