Do they matter?
The deed is done.
Your thread is too thin,
to mend my thick heart
My truth, your lies,
They are the same.
You stand in light
and I am in dark.
Deception is your sin,
and innocence is mine.
I have the future while you,
the past.
Time is my savior and age,
your demon.
Your blood like water,
runs throughout my veins;
it thickens with truth,
and reddens with time;
but never weakens with love.

– by Take Root Member Rebekah
a poem about my mom, who abducted me.

Read Rebekah’s abduction narrative

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