You Called Me Son

 

You Called Me Son

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I was a house with shuttered rooms,

A field untouched by living hands.

I learned to breathe through hollow spaces

And carry silence like a second skin.

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No voice had ever called me “son.”

No hand remained when sorrow entered.

I drifted through my early years

Like ash beneath a restless sky.

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To live unseen is not true loneliness.

It is becoming absent within yourself,

A quiet fracture under the ribs,

A wound that learns how not to speak.

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Then you arrived without thunder,

Without promises or demands.

You sat beside the ruin gently

As though broken things deserved company.

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You never asked me to recover.

You never forced light into the dark.

You only stayed, calm and certain,

Until fear loosened its grip inside me.

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Slowly, I began to change.

Your kindness moved through me

Like water returning to abandoned earth,

Like rain touching a season of drought.

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You became the ground beneath my feet,

The river easing an ancient thirst,

The breath carried through mountain air,

The warmth inside a forgotten home.

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Even when anger hardened my steps,

Even when I wounded what tried to hold me,

You remained-steady as soil-

Protecting the fragile life beneath.

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You saw the child hidden under survival,

The trembling spirit beneath the armor.

You opened doors I had sealed for years

And treated my pain without judgment.

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It frightened me to be understood.

To let another person witness

The abandoned corners of my mind

And still choose to remain there.

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But your love asked for nothing.

It carried no punishment or pride.

It simply made space for my existence

Until I could finally believe in it too.

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Now, when life becomes unbearably heavy,

I return to the mercy in your eyes.

There, I remember that gentleness

Can rebuild what despair once emptied.

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Because motherhood is more than birth.

It is the act of truly seeing someone,

Of standing before emptiness

And refusing to call it worthless.

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Before you, I lived without direction,

Unnamed even to myself.

Then you looked at me with love

And I finally became real.