The same conversation over and over,
My life shattering like a dropped mirror.
Impossible to find,
Impossible to heal,
Impossible to forget.
Old wounds opening up, emotions gushing out.
I am a child again. Feeling the same initial pain.
Mommy why can’t you be okay?
God where are you?
Doctors why can’t you heal her?
These thoughts are spinning around and around.
And I am taken back to being little.