Anything For You, My Child
A poem
I would rip out all of my hair
and walk across broken glass
I would carve the heart out of my chest —
I would take all of your pain and so much more
I would do anything for you, my child
to keep you alive
I would rip out all of my hair
and walk across broken glass
I would carve the heart out of my chest —
I would take all of your pain and so much more
I would do anything for you, my child
to keep you alive
writer, mother, fearless female (she/her).
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