She’d like to think that she came into a broken home and made it whole.
She’d like to think that she healed the hearts of the suffering.
She’d like to think that she showed a man what it’s like to truly be loved.
You warrior of a woman. There’s been no one like you before.
You savior compared to none.
You gracious, loving, compassionate fucking fool.
I was all of this before you.
Those eyes and mouths that look you in your face and call you mother, they do so because they’ve been fed lies.
You saved none.
You gather the flowers in your garden and dance in naivety.
You sing songs of redemption whilst growing in ignorance.
Sweet soul, I beg you never have to fight the storm surge I have.
Be still; be silent; listen and discover.
You’ll find the wolf in sheep’s clothing lies in your bed alongside of you.