Poet13's Blog

I take good care of myself it’s a form of protection
mustering my courage before stepping into the family room
the mother daughter dynamic still looms large
the central hearth a blackened blast zone
Madonna and child madness embraced then fumbled.

It took no courage to let it slip through my hands
holding on hurt though much of the damage was done by then
badly injured I could still crawl away
these wounds are slow to heal I must take good care of myself
here the wounded are expected to walk.