OH HOW HARD IT IS, HOW PAINFUL TO WATCH
AS THE DIGNITY IS STRIPPED AWAY
AS CONFIDENCE DRAINS WITH EVERY PAINED MOVEMENT,
AND FEAR TAKES ITS PLACE.
HOW SCARY IT IS, WHEN THOSE WHOM WE LOVE
WHOM WE SPENT CHILDHOOD LITERALLY LOOKING UP TO
NOW LEAN ON US, EVEN AS THEY FIGHT US
A CHILD WOULD SAY "NO! I DO IT!" EVEN AS THE ELDER THINKS
"I COULD DO THAT YESTERDAY, I KNOW I COULD.
WHY HAS MY BODY BETRAYED ME? WHY CAN'T I NOW? WHY?
AND COLLAPSES IN FRUSTRATION, FEAR AND FURY,
AT THE BODY, AND AT HERSELF.
OH, MOTHER, HOW I MISS THOSE DAYS
AND HOW I WISH THAT I KNEW IF, WHEN I HOLD YOU
YOU FEEL AS SAFE AS I DID AS A CHILD, IF FOR THAT MOMENT
I GIVE SOME COMFORT, SOME CONFIDENCE BACK.
I'M TRYING YOU KNOW, I REALLY AM,
BUT AS I TRY SO HARD TO BE THE ADULT, TO BE RESPONSIBLE
TO BE, IN EFFECT, THE PARENT,
THERE IS STILL, DEEP INSIDE ME,
A CHILD WHO WANTS HER MOMMY BACK
THE ONE WHO COULD MEND ANY HURT WITH A KISS,
AND WAS SO STRONG THAT NO ONE COULD HURT HER.
AND SO WE CRY TOGETHER AND ALONE, WHEN NO ONE IS LOOKING.
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