Dawning Creations

Filling this notebook backwards to front, I can’t express how this hurts. Singing along to silent lucidity, you rocking me to sleep. I was so tiny then. I still feel small, sometimes.

This is all too common and familiar. You’re worse than a ghost, you wretched memory, haunting what is left of me when you’re away. You’ve been more than a mother some days and something closer most days if at all possible.

I can’t save them.

I have tried. I have tried.

I was born into this stop motion movie, risen from fire and earth.

My own devices leading me towards beliving in the things I couldn’t have.

I’d envision them so strongly, they would be and the bitter nights, settled to the bottom at long last.

I could breathe.

This was never my battle just something I fell victim too along with you.

Yours were never mine to conquer.