fifteen
heading up the street
toward heavy traffic
stroller with baby inside
thinking it should end right here
for her, for me, end the suffering
what if it fails
what if only one of us dies
what if one is paralyzed
what about the person who hits us
will i kill them too
or torture them forever
what if it’s a whole family
or two
wiping the tears
calming the thought
turning around
i go home
i went home
as much as i hated it
the despair
stuck here
in this hell hole
no one cares
but
i found a way
i am so glad i stuck it out
i hope you will too
stick around.
JoanTWarren
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