She

A Poem by anon

This is a poem about my 'second mom' who has saved me from much more than myself. I wrote this in hopes of helping her understand her impact on my life but I'm afraid to give it to her.

She told me that everything would be ok
and I learned how to pretend like things were.
I learned how to sob silently without tears
so that when she asked me if something was wrong I could stay silent-
but that was the catch,
if she asked me what was wrong I had to stay silent
And when my chest burned because my mind had contorted itself
into an automatic pistol aimed at my temple
and nothing in my body had the strength to fight the bullets of my brain
She became my shield
and with her polished silver armor she talked my brain down
from the edge of the cliff that it was standing on
and her arms wrapped around me like bandages soothing my wounds
and her nimble fingers worked tirelessly to mold my brain
back into the spitting image of happiness
and my chest stopped burning and my head stopped spinning
and when I regained my sight,
She was still there.