Hear Me, My Love Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

I've held these thoughts like quiet rain,
Not born of blame, nor steeped in pain.
But something in me softly pleads—
To share the weight my silence feeds.

When your dear mum took that blind turn,
Into schemes that only cheat and burn,
I spoke with care, not to control,
But from a place that loves you whole.

I asked you, gently, to be my voice,
To guide with me, to make a choice.
But what I said was brushed aside,
And in that moment, something died.

Not the bond, not all we share,
But a trust I hoped was growing there.
Not just the loss of coin or gold—
But being unheard… it made me fold.

It's not the money that struck my core,
It's feeling my thoughts were worth no more.
As though my insight, earned with time,
Could be ignored like passing rhyme.

And oh, how that quietly breaks—
When love begins to feel like aches.
Not shattered glass, but fading flame,
Still warm... yet never quite the same.

I've always stood with love, not pride,
But silence deepens when brushed aside.
And when you don't believe in me,
It clouds the man I strive to be.

Still — I love you, that hasn't changed.
I want us whole, not rearranged.
To grow in trust, to truly see,
The strength in you, the worth in me.

So take this not as fight or fire,
But as a bridge, my true desire.
I'm here, still choosing "us" each day,
But hoping you'll now hear what I say.