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little one
My Dearest little one,
Please forgive my weakness. I was so young and my body and mind couldn’t cope. I should have been stronger I know. I didn’t know what to do. Who could I go to? A drunk mother who would have beaten me until you came out. A grandmother who would have made me do the unthinkable anyway. A non-existent father who already left me for dead once before. I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone let alone admit it all to myself. I was weak I know that now. I should have done better by you. You didn’t deserve the shitty hand that life dealt you. You deserved so much better then what 13 year old me could offer you your short time with me. I so very sorry baby girl. Your momma was week and broken. Her soul was shattered into millions of little pieces and scattered across the world, the last piece was buried with you .
Please forgive my weakness. I was so young and my body and mind couldn’t cope. I should have been stronger I know. I didn’t know what to do. Who could I go to? A drunk mother who would have beaten me until you came out. A grandmother who would have made me do the unthinkable anyway. A non-existent father who already left me for dead once before. I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone let alone admit it all to myself. I was weak I know that now. I should have done better by you. You didn’t deserve the shitty hand that life dealt you. You deserved so much better then what 13 year old me could offer you your short time with me. I so very sorry baby girl. Your momma was week and broken. Her soul was shattered into millions of little pieces and scattered across the world, the last piece was buried with you .
Published 9th Aug 2017
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10th Aug 2017 4:09am
In an ideal world, the wounds can be addressed and possibly lessened before they become scars that never heal.
10th Aug 2017 7:24pm
How sad, and raw. What a lonely journey, a heart-wrenching decision. But viewing this through my eyes, it was strength, more than weakness, that burned stronger in light of all the odds stacked up against the voice behind this piece.
I hope that expressing this pain proves cathartic, a way of moving forward, through it - for whom it holds meaning, and to others who are facing the same plight. Hugs xoxo
Thank you for sharing.
I hope that expressing this pain proves cathartic, a way of moving forward, through it - for whom it holds meaning, and to others who are facing the same plight. Hugs xoxo
Thank you for sharing.
