Sunday, October 21, 2012

Having children means knowing real fear.

My child is hurt. She will not die. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. But she is hurt. Being hurt. And there is nothing I can do to protect her. I never knew fear like this. The fear that my child might cease to draw breath before I do. The fear that I can not help.

There is no creature more wretched, more tortured, than a mother unable to protect her child. Fear me.

Monday, October 15, 2012

A year ago, I lost my sense of safe in my house. I look over my shoulder now. I lock my doors at night. I am going to spend tonight alone in my house. I am afraid. And alone.