All of THIS

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“All of this?” and she gestures to the
marker, crayon, dust and filth
that adorns her walls, her floor,

her life.

“All of this happened while unable to see,
when my eyes were on my work,
feeding my kids, surviving.”

our life.

“All of this?” she points to her
stained carpet, broken cabinets,
and broken doors,

her broken heart.

“All of this happened while I was
pushing, challenging, protecting,
and fighting.”

our captor.

“All of this?” she speaks of her
shattered soul, her smothered light,
her tired body,

their endless night.

“All of this happened while I wasn’t looking.”

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