I could taste the hatred in my mouth;
I could taste the bitter despisement.
I was out to ruin myself
all because of that trauma.
I was on the road to death,
the anger and the pain was surely
going to eat me alive.
I was no use to myself.
Depression was creeping in.
My children, destined for the same
path I’d been digging my way out of.
I had to let it all go.
They deserved to live a better life.
I had to stop and park the speeding car,
carefully unloading the heavy burdens
I’d been carrying around with me
My children helped me through
days I did not even want to live;
they helped me realize
how much they needed a mother.
And I didn’t need to go about this alone.