I feel empty, the only thing that’s made me whom I am has been robbed from me.
No longer an option.
No longer a choice.
No longer feminine.
Of course visually, I am seen as a female.
I hold power. But no longer the power of life.
Memory is what I must rely on.
Robbed of a gift that was once precious.
No longer able to see another product of ones self.
Pain so unbearable that one feels sick internally.
Deep within my bones this pain is embedded.
I cant feel my heart beating mourning for something that will never come.
Never am I to see my daughters eyes.
Bright with delight, because I got her a new doll or the newest cell phone that’s out.
Never to give my light his darkness.
Because truth be told she would be everything I am.
Mean and evil when need be, with a low tolerance for ignorance.
I wont get that chance to see her, feel her, teach her.
My poor little Wildfire.
Mama is so sorry for her ignorance, now she must stay with out you.
Only to have you in dreams that may come…