They call her Fragile

She was being shattered to pieces in front of my eyes

I always took her as a coward

Why wouldn’t she give up? Why stay and suffer?

I felt anger rush through me but all I could do was cry.

I am a coward too for I have watched her pass through same trauma every night.

I screamed. I shouted at her.

‘Let Go! Leave him. Can you ever form courage to even think you deserve better?’

She stayed. Just like she always had.

For me. For a better future. For this broken mess she called family.

For the dark and gloomy place she called home.

It wasn’t anything like that to me.

It was merely a place filled with screams,

Sounds of me running out to streets, begging for help, beating at doors of happy homes.

Everyone who knows her call her soft and fragile.

But I know better. She’s strong and stronger of ’em all.

Streams of an unknown strength ran within me.

I came back to reality and now it’s my turn

Turn to be what she always has been to me.

My saviour. My protector.

My home. My mother.

I stood tall and faced what she has forever done for her daughter.

- - - -

Today is different and today is happier.

Today I’m under a roof of what I can call home.

She took down a devil and made him be a man for her.

A father for her daughter.

Home could be a reality for me because home to me is my mother.

My Mother.