MotherA Poem by LanaProcessing an unhealthy childhood.
You did the best you could.
I believe that, I think. Pain does not course through you like a river, it is a deep, fathomless ocean. I see that. I didn't always. You love me. I know that. But the demons in you rose from the depths, and you did not stop them. You could not stop them. I know that, I think. I go through the phases of grief each time I think of you. Which phase am I, today? You did the best you could. The version of you I love, did, at least. I struggle with these demons you've bequeathed to me. There is only so much room for our shared demons and our shared love. Which will win, today? You did the best you could. Today I can say that. Tomorrow I may not. © 2022 LanaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 21, 2022 Last Updated on May 21, 2022 Tags: child of a mentally ill parent, grief, unsent letter |