At some point, when I was young, possibly soon after being beaten badly, my mother became just a survivor. Survival implies desperation and no one seems to notice how desperation uniformly depletes empathy, compassion, love and mercy and so it seemed with her one day. That thing you need from your mother when you run to her, call it what you wish, it had disappeared when you ran to her. She became self involved, self absorbed and hyper-vigilant about surviving. So much so, that long after that time when the need only to survive passed and with it the need to use survival tactics, never left her and the compassion, empathy, love and mercy never returned. For a time, I became the survivor, surviving her survival. Thanks for reading...
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 01:47:47 +0000
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