Background: This is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago but didn’t get around to posting until now. It is based on a true story involving my mom, who doesn’t quite understand it—but at least now she knows.
Writing this was an uplifting experience; it allowed me to express emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface for far too long. Letting these words out feels like a massive weight lifted. It’s a relief to finally be seen, and even though my mom is still catching up, the air between us feels clearer. I’m just excited to see how our relationship evolves now that I’m standing in my own truth. 🙌
If this poem feels like a beautiful mystery, that’s because it is. 🌸 I’m not ready to fully dive into the specifics of my lifestyle shift and the incredible clarity it’s brought me, but I wanted to leave a few Easter eggs for those who resonate with the vibe. Consider this a small glimpse into a much bigger story. *wink* 🍄🌱
P.S. You can read all of my other poems and parodies here. Some still need to be rewritten and re-uploaded. I hope that you enjoy my poetry as much as I enjoyed writing it! (◡‿◡✿)
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The forest floor’s mysteries are just waiting to be discovered. 🌿💫
I like this analogy.
Thank you! 🙂
I’m so glad you’re communicating better with your mum and having a closer relationship. I’ve noticed that my relationship with my parents has really improved as I got older too mostly because I’m communicating more too. Loved the poem and hope you and your mum continue to have a better relationship.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I couldn’t live under the same roof as my parents and my main goal was to move out. I moved out when I was 23. I wish I got along with my parents and envy kids who do. Every relationship is unique in its own way. Different family members…..very different personalities.
Even though my mom and I have our differences, we can talk on the phone for hours. I talk to her one the phone 2-3 times/week. My parents don’t know how to use video chat and are technologically challenged. 🤷♀️
True and to be honest people change a lot over the years too. That can either make relationships better or worse.
Very true 👆
What a beautiful poem!! I love that it’s shrouded in mystery and feels like a secret we as an audience are seeing from the outside. I love that it’s an Easter egg! 🪺🌱
Because this topic is taboo in the west and unconventional (sadly) I’m not sure how some of my readers would take it if I flat out said what the poem was alluding to. I do plan on disclosing more about what I do because I can’t stop talking about it and I find it so fascinating. It’s right up there with spiritual growth, philosophy, consciousness & enlightenment. ✨💫
I finally told my mom about it because she often asks what I do for self-guided therapy. She’s one of the most closed-minded people I know, so our conversation was….um… interesting.
Oooh!! It sounds very intriguing! 👀 Glad you found something that helps you!
Between the kids and daily life, it’s hard to find the time, but it’s worth it. It finally ended years of rumination and moved me to literal happy tears. ✌️💕
A taboo topic in the West? Really? There are such things??
It’s unconventional and isn’t traditional pharmaceutical medicine. Canadian laws are more lax and less strict compared to U.S. laws.
What inspired you to finally share this poem with your mom?
I’m not sure if my mom knows that I even wrote this poem, unless she’s been reading my blog. Apparently, she knows about this blog.
I was inspired to write this poem after a phone call that I recently had with my mom. We live in different provinces so I see her 1-2 times/year.