From Crib To Cage

[miyako73]

Since you first crawled when you were two,
My tired eyes had been black and blue;
I watched you reach, touch, pick, and lick,
So scared you might choke or get sick.

Now you are sixteen and too young—
Ghost bomb, finger gun, and loud bang;
Your bony wrist is blue from chain,
And your hand black from grime and pain.

[Delta40]

This reads like some recent events have been influencing your writing Miyako.

[miyako73]

Yep, Delta. I've been seeing a cognitive shrink. She's helping me with my debilitating memories.

[Delta40]

How brave on two levels. To have therapy and to explore your memories creatively.

[miyako73]

Just want to share. This is how mentally ill people are still treated in my country.



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