I'm selfish,I'm a liar.
I share to none my problems and fears.
I take it all,as i think they're all mine,
I hate sharing this plate of storms with others.
I'm single and a constant warrior.
I've learnt to aim and shoot alone,
Win or lose,I don't choose who's the best.
I hold the storm with a smile:
Onlookers are amazed by my roles.
That's how I play.
Nobody knows what's behind the screen,
I hide every pain and tears.
And colours the stage with joy and calm.
But when the show ends,
The inner me pay the price.
I remember serving a smile to the visitors
who came to meet my mother(Onyü) in the hospital,
While she was laid in the midst of death and life.
I was young that day,
But too old to play with emotions.
Then surprised them with my bravery.
I prayed to God silently on all my sleepless nights.
And cried holding my breathe deep low.
They say I look a lot like my mother,
But I add I'm a mirror of her emotions too.
We are the fragments of one frame.
She shares me none,I shared her none.
Still,holds the same feelings and
understanding.
We are a silent listener,
We welcome every stories,
But we don't beg others for their ears.
Because we let the door open,
Let them come who wants to hear us,
And that's exactly how mother and I met.
©enung.
E