I want my daughter. But I will never have her. It leaves me feeling bitter, angry, impotent. Like I failed at the most basic safekeeping so she at least would have a chance. As though leaving my abuser would have stuck if I'd never told him I was pregnant. If I had simply run away and never looked back four months sooner than I did. I would still have her. She would have a life.
The Reaper would not have felt the need to take her to safer shores if I had just done what I needed to do.
I do not feel healing today. I do not feel light or peace or joy or any of the things I wish to my followers. I wish these things to you anyway, my dears. May we all find beauty in this dark world.
Jenny
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