my mother says im difficult to parent,
she thinks i have a lust for danger—
like i'm punishing myself,
harming myself by standing in harms way.
she says im brilliant,
but i do the stupidest things a child could do.
to her im just a child,
a child that needs saving,
a child who wouldn't last on her own.
my mother says she spends her time worrying for me.
im not easy to parent,
im rash, spontaneous, decisive
and i often don't feel danger.
my mother says i need a healthy dose of fear,
fear of strangers: distrust.
my mother says im a difficult child.
and i'm inclined to agree with her.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
