listen!

when you come out the door take a left
and follow your innocence
with ambition
after the first tears take your hands out of your pockets
walk with your back straight and your chin up
to look taller than your enemies

today’s world won’t listen to your whimpers
to see if you’re alive
people will step all over you
first of all with their gaze
then with the pleasure of feeling you soft and raw
under the boots of their words

often your name will begin with a new letter
from the ongoing self re-inventing alphabet
(beware of X, Y, Z so you won’t become someone else’s coordinate)

if you’ll be crossing waters caressing the sky
open your wings wide
fly without the fear of falling
sniff the horizon
and look ahead only
for the past shall follow obediently

late
somewhere, under a heavy stone,
not necessarily cross shaped
you shall rest surrounded by all you have loved
because, my son, you shall love deeply
with my inherited heart!




...for Nicholas