Sometimes it feels like such a nightmare that there is no way anyone could believe it's true.
It's quite radical, but I have no mother.
I have no mother.
I was born from flesh.
But I have no mother.
I was fed by milk.
But I have no mother.
My diapers were changed and my face was cleaned.
But I have no mother.
I know not where she's at, but if you find her, please tell her I miss her.
Tell her that I long to tell her about my fears.
I want her to comfort me.
I yearn for her to support my dreams.
I want her to guide me through difficult times.
I want her to fix my wedding veil.
I'd love for her to call me out of fear that I'm in danger.
I want her to to want to go wedding dress shopping with me.
I need her to love me for who I am.
I want her to listen to my cries.
You may ask how am I alive and well without this motherly being?
Well, how I'm alive is a miracle.
But I'm not well.
In fact, I'm very unwell.
So please, if you see her, beg her to come to me.
Let her know of my distress.
Tell her of my accomplishments and dreams.
Show her my picture.
For she knows me not.
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3 comments:
Wow. Nicole, that is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. Your pain and desire is so artistically protrayed that nobody can help but be moved. I am so sorry for the life you've been forced to live, but I hope you know that your life is inspiring others...including me. I love you!
Woah. I'm at a loss for words. I want to hug you right now and say... I LOVE YOU SO FREAKIN' MUCH!
You are a fantastic writer, and bring your feelings so raw and honestly to the reader.
My heart broke and I longed to hug you for HOURS.
Thank you for sharing these words, and for being honest and..here.
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