And the heartbreak is messy Contextualized against the sterility of modern medicine- A dichotomy marking your official transition from Maiden to Mother as the blood washes reset through your body .
Your maiden ’ s path is ended , as this mess brands you as Mother forever .
To the frightened girl Forced into maturity too soon by dirty minds and hungry hands The age of innocence ripped away Your maidenhood lost to the violence of rape Your childhood burned at the altar of Father No magic can undo this damage . No poem can quell the child you had to raise yourself . No words will burn truth into your Mother ’ s Heart because some stones are too brittle to mark .
They just burst violence and dusty memories .
You nursed the wounds yourself . You minded each bruised rib , and every tear- each ripped space Delicate fingers and handheld mirrors to nurse the axis of your own transition from Maiden to Mother so young , watching the blood drip onto reflections of his violence A blurred treble imagery through your tears Burning dragon scales hot white rage down your cheeks . I don ’ t have answers for you . I don ’ t have promises , or hope , because we do unto others that which we can ’ t do for ourselves . But I do love you . Your bravery . Your perseverance . And I ’ m proud of the mother we have become despite the people who raised you because even broken blooms are beautiful And beauty is still powerful .
And you are . Powerful , I mean .