Dear Avie,
The walls are crowding my space.
The cement is starting to break.
Soon it will come crashing down.
Will I be able to take on all of the weight?
Is this the end of it all?
The end of me?
Or is it a new beginning?
The trauma
The trials.
Chasing after me.
Wrapping around my neck.
I am struggling.
Climbing up the water filled stairs.
Trying to reach you.
Walking towards the edge.
Careful not to slip and fall.
Closing my eyes to my new beginning.
Opening them back up as I fall.
My one last call for help escapes me.
Xoxo- Mommy
