I Am Not the Only Girl
When I was a child,
I found my mother sobbing
in the bathroom—
I never asked her why—
I just knew.
And I stayed with her—
I consoled her like she
would for me during my
worst nightmares.
How does one console
the tortured in waking life?
In that moment,
I realized I was not the only
girl unhappy in my home—
I am not the only girl
to cry in this world...
-Variations of Bitterness XIII-
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2021
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