I am created and sustained of borrowed versions of myself
The young girl who survived merely by the purpose of protecting them
the young girl who made dinner and picked up your beer cans
and covered you with a blanket on the couch
who survived the abuse as a shield to protect them from it
the survivior who only existed in her own right in small moments
who escaped into war and uniforms and men who were mirrors of the same man who raised her
who became a mother
a mother begging for patience
raising a son surviving his own demons
fighting those demons for him
in therapist's offices
in hospital rooms
the mother hiding on the other side of the door in his darkest moments
shouting my love for my child while he put holes in the walls
the voices in his he begging him to kill me
then holing him when he comes back to himself
surviving the abuse to protect him from it
to protect him from ever believing that he does not deserve love
and at the end of it all
what is left of me
when there is no one left to protect?
About the Creator
Brooke Moran
Giving myself a 365 day writing challenge where I have to write a piece of fiction or poetry at least once a day for 365 days.
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