Writing

I was born and you lost yourself. You tried to find your way back through me. Through my eyes. Through my ears. Through my mouth. Through my hands. And that’s how we lived. Intertwined. In harmony. Or at least that’s how I saw it at first. How it felt. That it was support and validation. Love. Belonging. Until my eyes wanted to see things differently. And my ears rang like alarm bells. My mouth said things you didn’t like. My hands rejected your hands and instead clenched int