DVAM Code-Purple: Day Seventeen

Learned helplessness.
The freezing cold, the immoveable.
The thousand mile stare, the pacing, the worrying—
All poured into a hollowed body, unrelenting.

(Warfare begins right here, in the home, where one loves and the other bruises.  Where a son loves and a father bruises.  You can’t remove those wounds.  Mommy can’t wash them off with a warm rag and a plural of kisses.  Mommy can’t turn to the past or turn away.  Move forward hand in hand, little one.  Please, always remember to love again.)

©2012 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved


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