Dear Avie,
Grabbing at the deepest part of me.
The deepest part of my soul.
The cold crisp air.
The breeze.
Makes me feel at ease.
Breathing.
The nothingness takes over me.
It is hard to control what you can’t see.
Fill me back up.
Make me clean.
Crash into me.
Rescue me.
Release me from death’s powerful grip.
Raise me up.
I had to grow up too fast.
Now I have nothing.
Is there anything left for me?
Walking around.
This is hell that I am living in.
The cold hard ground.
Falling on my knees.
Cursing the day.
Longing.
Come to me.
Say my name.
This oppression.
Breaking me.
So cruel.
I want to come back home.
I belong in your arms.
I can hear you calling for me.
Xoxo- Mommy
