I am from a mundane town
that ranks number one in this dignified country for drug overdoses
and is not a stranger to mothers raising daughters solo
I am from a meager mind
that desperately screams
how what I long for is not what I need,
and that echoes “sadness is temporary, this is not long lasting”
but darling, happiness is unguaranteed.
I am from a fragile heart,
gradually cracking and crumbling like the Colosseum-
my radiant ring sits in my vanity instead atop my finger-
a heart that has mental pictures locked inside of you kissing her instead of our daughter-
so much for standing at the altar.
I am from my own world,
my own city of thoughts,
where my name is now replaced by “mama”
A world now shared, cohabitated
and ongoing thoughts of how
to prove a heart can still beat even with a few cracks
that you swear will end your life.
I am from a year of miserable insanity,
from planning a wedding
to instead crying silently
so my daughter won’t hear me-
I am from a society
that believes I will fail.
But I am from a state of courageous self worth
where I know I will persevere.