one of my gifts
my dysfunctional super powers
one of the survival instincts
that kicked in
was an ability
one day at a time
with the prize in sight
with my eyes on that prize
ignoring with all my might
until the day
i would no longer
i spent my abusive childhood waiting for the day i could run away. i moved out of that house the week i graduated high school.
in every dysfunctional relationship, i plotted my escape. tolerating the intolerable until i could safely leave.
all the messed up places i have lived…i pretended it wasn’t so bad until the day i could move away.
motherhood is the only place i refuse to do that…
wait…or am i doing it? holding myself just together enough until the day my spawn finally fly away from me….
fuck…how can i even tell? it has become second nature.