Dear Mom,
Remember when I was little?
We were the best of friends
Those were the times that stood still
That we thought would never end.
Remember when there was never a me without a you?
We were a great pair,
The two of us,
You and me,
Me and you.
But, of course, I am sure you knew.
Well anyway,
I’m not sure where that went, Mom
Suddenly things began to change
I began to see you less and less
It felt very strange
My best friend was ripped from me
With no time to grieve or for repair
Every night, I would pray
I would pray for my mom to be there
For my mom to come and stay
For those special times where the night would blend with the day
But that never happened
And all my prayers stopped and began to fade
But dear, mom, I know it was not all your fault
You still think of the memories we made
Dad kept us hidden
To you, we were nowhere to be found
An endless game of hide and seek
The seeker beginning to feel down
Eventually you had to give up
It was too much work
I mean, after all, it was just a game
But the hiders, they didn’t think the same
They did not want it to be something made up
Or something that you play
Eventually, you had found us, though
When we had already given up
You sparked a hope in all of us
But with caution it was struck
You got your chance
You had finally won the game
But you should have known that things were not going to start the same
But again you left, and kept going
Just not physically this time
But it hurt more
You were right in front of us
But to dream land you would fly
And dear, Mom
I never could understand the reason why
You won the game, we were supposed to be your prize
I did not and still don’t understand
Is it my fault?
You feel the need to take yourself away
Is reality so bad that you need a better day?
I’m sorry your life has to be like this
For my worst enemy this should not be wished
But Mom, I want you to know this is not how it should be.
Put down the drugs, live your life
You deserve to be happy and free
I forgive you for all that you have done
You still have the chance to win
The game is never too late to be won
It is never too late to start a new
And make a happy ending
I no longer want it for me
Now, that’s all I want for you
Because after all, you were my first best friend
That is a memory with a beginning, but no end
From a hider that is still yet to be seeked
From your daughter who believes you have the strength
So, stop being weak
-Alina
