by trullyyours

There was a time in my life when I watched my own mother cry

over me

into her pillow as she asked the Gods

what she did wrong in raising me.

From that moment on, I vowed to

be better,

do better,

live better—

never make her cry, again.

Sometimes I still struggle,

sometimes I think that I will always struggle

because I’m learning that the hardest thing

to have to accept

isn’t having people leave,

or trying to mend a broken heart—

it isn’t the cruel remarks— hushed or said so loud,

and it isn’t forgiving others,

it’s forgiving yourself.

That’s the hardest thing—

forgiving myself

and I’m still trying.