i don’t know where to begin

my seeds growing a world away

[un]tended by a negligent woman

more concerned with her comfort than doing what is good for the same precious children she tore from my breast

[…time…

fills…

the..

spaces…

filled..

by..

tragedies…redacted…]

how now do i cope? how now do i survive? living with the knowledge i cannot protect my innocents from the same monsters who destroyed my innocence?

¡¡¡¡¡¡FUCK!!!!!! my survival and my wellbeing..

i remember what it was like to be where they are now..

trapped.. with no one to save them..

how am I to protect them if i cannot reach them?

how am i to teach my daughters to be strong if i can’t fight the monsters that made me?

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