Myself Broken
In the reflection of the mirror,
I see you.
I do.
I see you.
But not just you,
no, not just you,
I see me too.
Born different.
Born tougher.
You were,
and no one knew why.
Until now.
The last of three
I was born,
most like my mother.
Born tougher
and no one knew why but me.
Until now.
And without you
I'll feel just like myself-broken.
You were never around
until dinner time,
quietly, swiftly, efficiently
you moved across the kitchen
and I barely remember you
at all, at all, at all.
Yet
when you're gone,
I'll be exactly myself-broken.
Off to bed
you had to go
to get up before dawn
to bring home money
so we could survive.
Seems I only remember saying 'goodnight'.
But I had food in my belly
as I slept like a baby.
Thank you.
You gave me you,
not through interaction
getting to know each other
daughter/ mother.
But in my bones,
in my blood,
in my strength,
I am you.
You gave me the best of you.
But my weaknesses are me
and the best part of me
is what you gave me.
In your dark,
who will I be?
What war will I fight?
What will I be strong for,
or despite?
Will I let people in?
Will I always love?
Yes, yes I will.
Because I will not be afraid.
When you go,
leave me,
don't take me.
Take the me in myself-broken
and leave a stronger girl
a tougher girl.
A girl who knows
when to say 'no'.
And 'I love you'
and 'let me be'
and 'fix yourself before you 'fix' me'.
Yeah go ahead and take the me in myself-broken.
I love you.
And I'll be strong for you.
After you.
Always I will be brave.
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