A Letter To My Mother
Dear Mom,
I know you hate that I quit basketball,
But that wasn’t the beginning of my downfall.
Tearing my ACL broke me to pieces,
Put it back together but there are still creases.
Nobody understands how I feel,
Maybe I will never heal.
My body is constantly tired and frail,
My dreams locked up in a treacherous jail.
I put my heart into work to ease the pain,
But nothing is good when done in vain.
I’m sorry I became a disappointment,
I cried after every doctors appointment.
I’ve been an athlete since four,
But my leg can handle the pain no more.
You call me a quitter but you don’t know,
How it feels to fall this low.
I am writing this to apologize,
So that maybe you will realize,
That your kid does not need to be a star,
For you to love who they really are.
Thank you for taking the time to read this,
From the daughter you now dismiss.