My Sacrifice
Her face, the one I’d grown to love was a mask of anger and hate.... and bore no resemblance to a mother who was put upon this earth by my Father to nurture and protect.... The blow I felt on my leg hurt more when I realised what she had done...I closed my eyes and felt myself go back many years to when I felt the life rush out of me as I wondered in anger and pain.... what are you, mother? I opened my eyes as I had done so many times before with tears that threatened to spill and the confusion of the little girl who lay chained to my heart... what are you mother?
The little girl who created a wall around herself that began to shake at its foundation by only her words, and often her blows...
The little girl who will brush it aside and rebuild her life only to live in fear that it will be torn down again by the beast who would beat an animal as it took its last breath... who are you mother?
she claws her way back to the surface longing to see the hand of a man who will pull her out into the safety of his arms and protect her from the beast.....
But no, the beast is her lover.... and in its deadly love she revels, she takes flight, she cries out in joy at her courage, her ignorance.... the seconds she has before the beast will take her down, take her life.... as she watches in familiar confusion with her childlike eyes.... always knowing that the beast was her own....
Who are you mother?
posted by pINKhIGHhEELS @ 9:09 PM
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