A Bastard Tired
Bastard of a single mother in pain and tears,
Raised in a world of hurt, abuse through the years.
Insecurities deep-rooted, perfection his quest,
Nothing ever enough, a never-ending test.
With a heart full of fire and a soul set to soar,
He ventured forth, to an unknown shore,
Sometimes too much to carry, too much to bear,
The weight of it all, a burden to wear.
He wants to conquer, to achieve, to go far
In search of something, not quite sure, a shooting star
To impress an ideal, to win, to be the best
But with the weight of it all, he cannot rest.
Tired of chasing, of being perfect, of wanting more,
Incapable of letting go, maybe the trauma of before,
He must break free from the chains that bind,
And leave behind the hurt, heavy mind.
He needs to learn to let go, to be imperfect,
Embrace the flaws that make him worth it.
He must learn to live and let live,
And find his own way, his own path to give.
Lucky, he is; the sky loves him for a reason,
A mission he can’t guess, but one he must believe in.
To rise above, to soar, and to thrive,
To live a life full of meaning and drive.
Mirval***
