Since as long as I can remember I was aware that I had two mothers. The mother who adopted me, and someone else, somewhere else. Somewhere around the age of sixteen I became aware of the someone else –
Earlier this year, I lost the mother who adopted me.
Today, I lost the mother who had the courage and conviction to do what was right.
I hardly knew you Dorothy, but in me – you live as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow.
They were sisters, they were my mothers, they are gone.
I do not think I have ever felt so alone.
I bathe in inky black melancholy and sadness
I clutch I grasp, the descent into madness
I gasp for air yet none is found
the night is thick without a sound
Left alone to feel this way
I still can’t bring my self to pray