(Spoken Word)
With me
Dearest Mother
surrounding me
always
caressing me
holding me
smiling over me
allowing me
wondering
if
I am
centered
Remembering
and remembering
yes, remembering
time after time ~
battles with
darkened precious blood
creeping down
walls
on my skin
across my swollen eyes
down my throat
a symphony of anguished
isolated
memories
and flickering blazes
and rotting
emotions
of smelly dead cells
and then
and then
and then
Living love
Simple love
Calm love
For all
Toward all
For self
For me
For God.
Please write something from a “Non-victim” perspective. I really thank it would improve your acceptance by the general public.