IF YOU THINK YOU GOT PROBLEMS...ME TOO!

So much snow in Boston Mass!

As I walk down the crowed street.

My shoulder tapped another.

She turned to me to speak.

My eyes… her eyes connected.

As if her eyes had hands to hold me still.

Frozen in time…I stared in.

Her soul began to speak…I am an incest survivor…

I am uncomfortable in my own skin…

I married at the age of 15… fell in love with drugs by the age of 16…

Gave birth to my child at 18.

My husband left me at 19…my child has a chromosomal abnormality.

If you think you got problems… me too!

I struggled with turning away…her soul kept me hostage. It had more to say.

My parents had eleven children; eight boys and three girls.

Four of those boys went to war… return back home…five sleeps in their graves?

I suffer with addiction, coupled with mild bipolar and post-traumatic stress disorder.

If you think you got problems…me too!

I thought for a moment…is there no end?...Her soul got louder.

I remarried…9 months later I became a widow… by the age of 20 landed in federal prison.

Lost... mentally, physically and spiritually…I am in pain… it screamed!

I thought “Dear God” Why must I hear and feel her pain?

My heart whispered…”You and her have the communality of one”…Pain.