My Mom

Conflicted, tormented, and loved

In the strangest sense of all 

Scared, cared for, and protected

Until I couldn't take it anymore

Tired, bored, and lost

A recipe for depression

When I hit the bottoom, I swam back up toward something different

because I discovered what light was 

and it saved myself from myself

and it was myself

 

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