I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?

I have taken a leap blindly,
And find myself conflicted.
Hoping that when my decisions
And repercussions meet,
The anxieties will finally cease.
Maybe it was a selfish act,
To allow myself to feel once again,
Instead of playing pretend.
Repressing feelings, ensuring my kids happiness, and getting my happiness through them.
Fast forward two years,
Those same children I sacrificed years of
my life for,
Are just memories slowly fading.
I stand powerless,
As they endure a form of abuse rarely spoken of,
At the hand of someone who they are supposed to trust.
No child should be forced to believe their
parent doesn't love them.
Feelings of abandonment turn to depression.
The longing for the absent parent's affection,
In turn puts their self worth in question.
So just maybe, that child at the bottom
of the well symbolizes my children.
Falling victim to an abuse that can't be seen.
As I attempt to use the legal system
to fight for my parental right,
in order to pull them out that dark and moist well, up into the light.




© Ariel Maria