i was raised to believe that the brain is powerful
but yours was powerless to stop you
and you made mine powerless
until i was feeding my baby sister a dinner of mini muffins and string cheese and hoping it was good enough
sitting in a corner trying to hide my naked body because it’s changing and everyone can see
covering my little brothers ears to block out the screaming and crying of my parents but having no one to cover mine
the scalding hot burn of the shower on my skin to wash away germs that aren’t there
the inescapable pain of feeling like you have no one to care for you
and you never will.
and if things never get better
then my life will be an endless cycle of waiting.
waiting to be let out of the room waiting for clean clothes waiting for uncontaminated water waiting my turn for a shower
for her to get better.