Slowly decaying.

A Fighter

Your first breath,

Reminded me how to breathe.

Hun,

Your heartbeat is in my veins.

And your soul is carved into my ribs.

I hear your footsteps,

And my breath catches in my throat,

When you ask about daddy.

Memories of,

12:04...

Come back.

And the flood gates are bursting at the seams with tears.

And you took my hand and held it in your tiny palm,

Your tiny palms thrusting for knowledge.

But you took my hand anyways and held it in yours,

And wiped my tears with the back of your palm.

And you looked,

Looked into my soul,

looked right into the back of my cobweb mind,

And told me,

'mommy don't cry'.

'mommy its Ok.'

Hun,

If it wasn't for you...

If it wasn't for the first time I held you,

Held you in my cold scarred arms.

And baby,

If it wasn't for the warmth that you put back into them...

I would be swimming.

Swimming in a pool if my own blood and demons.

Swimming in toxic ponds of lost souls,

And longing for your touch and warmth.

Longing for your presence.

Longing for your name,

Carved into my ribs.

Little one,

Your first breath reminded me to breathe.

And your emerald eyes whispered to me,

They whispered,

She's gonna be fighter,

Just like you.

Fighting,

Only fighting for you and your broken,

Soul.