
At the age of 16 years old I left the nest
I was very young
The first child the oldest
Physical and mental abuse captured me
No not by my family
My child father
My child never left the nest as he was protected
By who?
My mother
Only person I trusted
She never stopped loosing sight of me
As I would fly silently
She felt my inner spirit crumbling
Her instincts were extremely sharp
Eventually she became nocturnal
Worried about me left her sleepless
Crying and praying every waken moment
My young child crying for me
WHERE'S MOMMY?
I WANT MOMMY!!!!
Escaping reality
Being raped repeatedly
We only have eight fingers and two thumbs
So I cannot tell you how many times
Parasites clanged
As they sucked me dry
I was tired throughout the daytime
So I would sleep and sleep
Until the moon arises
Feeling hopeless I turned to drugs
To numb my pain
I was spotted very quickly due to my elaborate colorful personality
Eventually the parasites multiplied
As they considered me prey
Taking it personally that things did not work out between me and my child father
I envisioned having a family since the age of 12 years old
A husband by my side
Living in a beautiful home
Raising our young children together
Instead I wondered off looking for something.....
LOVE
Inviting the wrong men into my life
Loosing faith
Day by Day
Flying looking for the prey that took advantage of me
SEEKING REVENGE
I realized the only one who really needed me was my child
Returning to the nest as the parasites started to disappear slowly
I became a nurture again as it became natural
Definitely not easy
Facing challenges and obstacles
Making up for lost time
Repairing my self from the inside out
The happiness in my child face was the best feeling I could ever imagine
As the electricity flowed through my entire body
A New Beginning
Mommy is back!!!
7 years sober now
I WAS SET FREE
Leaving it to God to choose who is destined for me
Yes this is my true story
My name is Josmary Denise Aponte
About the Creator
Skylight Rain
5 years old in special education classes, no knowledge on how to read or write. My writing took a turn for the best in such a toxic enviroment. Learning to express my feelings started with paper and pen.


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