Thu, 02/10/2022 - 16:00 -- Zanies

     Gasping for air

reaching for help

doing everything in my power

to not be pulled down

     I finally give up and suffer in silence

so that the younger offspring of my violent mother don't scare

I take the pain that no one can

I walk through the things no one can

      I hurt, I cry, I deal with pain

they will never understand

I try to cope

I sing, I dance, I talk, I write

but nothing stops the overbearing thought 

that reply in my head as I dream

It scares me violently

the thought and remeberence 

of someone of my blood

my own mother

but only by half 

my own older brother

the cause of my trauma

This poem is about: 
Our world


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