Shake

I’m writing, shook deeply.
Our last talk was less than pleasant.
I stare into the sun trying to forget your words.
But I cannot contend with the weight of what I’ve heard.
You shake what I believe.
The things you taught to me.
What should I believe?
You keep calm, at least try to.
You should know that you’re not in charge here.
You’re staring at your son spitting up useless words.
I will not pretend to agree with what I’ve heard.
You shake what I believe.
The things you taught to me.
But I guess that’s what I need.
To know what I believe