You were convulsing in the next room, so I lay awake in bed
And prayed to a God that I don’t believe in so that he may keep you safe
I could hear our father’s fingers work their way into the wood of your door
frame
Mother shaking, as your eyes rolled back into your head again
Just as we thought death would prevail, febrile response gave way to pale
Cavities to fingernails, anxiety has left me frail
But I left then how I feel now
Despite the detriment you’ve faced, it is your warmth that made me proud
And though I barely remember, it was you who soothed my ache
In the depth of my depression, I thought my life was mine to take
I am forever in your debt for things that you could never say
All the love that I have felt, you gave with no intentions to take
I am as the moon, any affection that my glow is the subject of belongs to you
For I am nothing more than a reflection of you
And your love