Shall we begin with where you began?
No, first I’d like to ask you about
your master plan:
Did you hope that I would fall?
before I opened my eyes to it all?
Did you want to make me scream?
enough to make me miss out on my dream?
Did you intend for me to cry?
long into the night while life
passed me by?
Or did you in fact, want me to react
so that I might find hope
along with ways to cope?
You helped me to climb
and make the most of my time.
You helped me to realise
the importance of advice.
You taught me that tears are fine,
although born of sadness, they are mine.
You allowed me to think with a clearer mind
and discover the happiness you never
thought I’d find.
In the beginning all I felt for you was hate,
but gradually I became patient and able to wait
for that moment when the bad becomes good…
…the moment at which hate becomes love.
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Submitted to Memee’s Poetry Parties by Jade K. Moore 11-21-2015.
Original Poem: An Open Letter © Jade Moore 2015. All rights reserved.
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