Child- A Poem By Nia Rose

A child knows what their parents need them to be.

They perceive what is absent within their mother’s hearts,

or what lacks from their father’s strength.

They become blobs of clay morphed by relentless hands.

This is the thing they fail to realize ;

those shapes they try and mold themselves into

were never meant for them.

They weren’t brought here to fulfill the needs of their nurturers.

That’s the beauty of a child-

they are empty slates 

only meant to be filled by their own desires,

not to be tainted by handed down curses.

No longer can children hold on to their parent’s pain.

No longer should they feel responsible for alleviating it.

They must live for themselves

rather than for the lost children of yesterday.

They must learn to grow instead of heal,

to touch instead of mend,

to envision rather than see.

To live for tomorrow,

rather than in spite of it. 

Author: niarosewrites

Hey! My name’s Nia Rose and I love to write, or more like I need to write. Yes, I’m one of those writers who possess that voracious yearning to create. I realized early on this urge wasn’t going away so I decided to embrace it and devote my time to being a professional writer. I wanted to create a space where I could freely post my work and experiment with different genres. My main areas of focus are poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction. My goal is to continue growing as a writer and to create content people will enjoy!

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