solace || poetry

sixty

alone,
i had to deal with the heartbreak
and watch the dreams
of my mapped out future
crumble before my eyes
with the realization
of having to become a mother
to my siblings who i have adored my entire life.

that i had to be the one
to pick up their broken hearts
and offer my own pieces
to once again make them whole.

because even as i scrubbed your blood off our carpets,
you still chose him