Debt Unpaid

Mom, I thank you for the money you send, for the letters you write, the love you extend. But why in every letter, do you say I owe you? As if my debt to you is something overdue?

I didn't choose this life behind bars, I wanted freedom, to reach for the stars. Never did I dream, in my darkest night, That Dad would call the cops, turn from wrong to right.

I wanted to be free, to live without chains, not trapped in this cell, bearing your pains. The son of a father who betrayed his own blood. After all he had done, the tears, the flood.

He hurt you, he hurt me, time and again, Yet you stood by him, through all the pain. Now I sit here, alone with my guilt, in the prison that both of you built.

I understand your anger, your sense of betrayal. But my heart breaks under this constant travail. I never dreamed of the moment he would turn. Call the law on his son, let the bridges burn.

I thank you for the money, for thinking of me. But the debt you mention stings painfully. For every dollar you send, there's a weight in your words, a reminder of the hurt, like a knife, it hurts.

I didn't ask for this life, this endless night, I didn't ask for the battles, the constant fight. I only wanted to be free, to escape the past. But these walls remind me, the pain will always last.

So, thank you, Mom, for what you give. But please understand, I too want to live. Free from the guilt, the debt you decree, for I am your son, longing to be free.

I never wanted this, the chains, the bars, I wanted a life, to reach for the stars. But now I'm confined, with regret and shame, in a world where love feels more like blame.

Mom, I thank you, but I owe you no more. For the price of our past, we both endure. I seek your forgiveness, your love without strings. In this cell, where my heart aches and stings.