I have felt these words since childhood,
those romanticised lullabies
invocated by a voice that was not mine.
Through bedlam's eyes, my saviour has arrived:
My mother, or her version thereof,
never resided within these four walls;
I have recited this hallucination before…
I have wiped tears from that face before.
My essence, arched in memory -
held captive by the vertigo
of transference; it shall not succumb
to uncertainty.
Last edited by Bleed Away at Aug 11, 2014,