Hush, little boy

A lullaby

Author’s note:

You are not what the world named you.
You are not what faith has given you.
You are not what your body has forced you to become.

You are nothing, and somehow everything.

This lullaby is for every little boy who was buried under roles they did not choose, and still refused to disappear inside them.

You are not deficient.
You are exactly who you were meant to be.

And only those who know how to look
will see the light you carry within.

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Hush, little boy,

I see your little trembling hands,
with tears trailing down inward
while you stick out your chest,
straightened not with pride, but with the burden
of the betrayal
your sanctuary
failed to spare you.

But don’t you see the sun
above the ocean,
where turquoise meets the pale horizon,
not rising for tomorrow
but for today,
piercing through the clouds,
not entirely,
but enough to show you
there is light
after that night
wrapping itself around you like a blanket,
blocking everything.

I see you, still holding that tiny breath,
standing in silence
for minutes that folded themselves
into a lifetime of days,
while the world said,

“Look what you’ve done.”

You were just a boy,
already turning into a man
amongst a wisp of fog,
blurring the gaze of others
from seeing the scar on your heart.

Hush, little boy,
I remember who you are
before who you had to become.
I can see the pain you carry on your chest.

Not the way you look,
not the way you speak,
but the way you carry your soul.

You know it is there.
You are not alone anymore.
I won’t remove it.
I will sit in it with you
until the morning arrives
and the birds start humming again.

I believe enough for two.

Hush, little boy,
it is time to play.
Let sorrow drown in yesterday.
We do not need it.
Nor hope.
Right now
we have today,
as our hearts sing the tune
and we become the evidence of the divine.

Hush, little boy,
never apologise for living your life,
as I won’t be apologising for mine.

Find the little boy
who chased his heart into the forest,
where countless possibilities
still live as wonder.

Remember,
there is no conclusion for the rainbow.

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