"(A Soulful Gift to My Precious Son, Angel Mark Callistus)"

They gathered in daylight, beneath the glaring sun,Thinking they had triumphed, that my story was done.With words like daggers, and plans like chains,They sought to keep me tethered in their small, broken frames.

He says he’s not ready, not seeking it now,

I didn’t expect you,A tiny miracle I hadn’t planned,But in the quiet of my days,You grew inside me,Like a whispered secret I didn't yet understand.

My heart raced the first time we met, a spark that felt so right,We laughed and talked, shared stories deep into the night.You said so little, yet so much, with your quiet, gentle way,But in your eyes, I saw the words you struggled to say.

In the shadows they plotted, with smiles so sweet,Crafting lies and snares, my downfall to meet.I knew the game, yet still, I played,Believing their words, in trust, I strayed.

In a quiet realm where shadows dwell,I walk alone, where no loud voices swell.An introvert in a world so grand,Misunderstood, a lone grain of sand.