Mother told me

My mother told me it would all be okay,
but I’m inclined to believe that
things were simpler in her
womb, in the dark about the blights
illuminating mysteries
perhaps best left out of the spotlight.

A warm shield from injustice
with the first breath of my origin story,
Mom carefully pulled back the veil
through childhood, slowly acclimating my eyes
to a world waiting to blind me
with harsh truths and cold, naked reality.

Perhaps I’m okay. I don’t know another way
and I’m inclined to believe that
things – though complex – deserve
the light, and I can see clearly
because her hand held the flashlight.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge (“My mother told me …”) over at Go Dog Go Cafe. Come join us, won’t you?

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

14 thoughts on “Mother told me

  1. Phillip this is so touching, original and beautiful. I can tell you it brought tears to my eyes just now reading it as a mother. What an awesome compliment to your mother. “Holding the Flashlight” trust me wherever she is she is smiling and loving her grateful son. Thank you for touching my heart this morning. Love Joni


  2. Things become more and more, complicated as we grow older, because, we can no longer return, back to those innocent days of our own, childhood, and it becomes, harder and harder, as we all, try, holding on, to that hope that is, reduced, little by little, as we grow up, and older…

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