Mom

Mom

“Mom”

Reasons,
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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