Dear Mom..

Dear Mom,

The years have been brutal and the road has been coarse.

I understand you have issues and that I understand.

But I remember those days..

I remember those days where you didn’t get out of bed.

I remember those days when you didn’t hear a word I said.

I remember those days we were never fed.

I remember those days I didn’t have a bed.

As time flutters on and the seasons change,

I find myself revisiting our memories and I find it hard to comprehend.

And it is hard because I remember those nights.

I remember those nights filled with darkness and gloom.

I remember those nights he would sneak into my room.

I remember those nights you ignored my cries to sleep with you.

I remember those nights you led me to my doom.

I bear you no ill will, but I have not yet,

Found a way to forgive you.

My mother died the day she chose,

To protect a rapist before her daughter.