Savior

You are my savior. You kept me from my own danger. Telling me the traditions, the normality of the world. I was smitten. My love had grown, and I had chosen you over the world. For you had kept me safe. I saw you as beauty and nothing less. My angel who protected me through this mess. Your wings like those of a dove surrounding me, and your silk pink dress was soft and smooth against my palm. Your music box played, and your song stuck with me. Your instrument of heaven soothed me.

I had always looked up to you. I remembered your face as my own, which I would grow into. You were a sad protagonist in some story. You had a tragic plot. But I did not pity you, Instead I admired you. You had lost so much. And yet you went on strong. For it was an accident, and he was now gone. How tragic it must have been, but you kept strong and gave your life for me then. If only I would have been able to see them before they were gone.

Through poverty, you gave me what you could, didnt you?

I had no knowledge of the world, but you told me of its dangers. You kept me in my little gold bird cage, and with my creative eyes I was smitten. Everyday you would bring me my olive leaf. Telling me that soon it would be over. It was my promise of age. And you gave me hope. Did you give hope to them?

Why was he gone now dear mother? Why was he my guardian angel? Why were they all gone? You said that they died, or you just hid them well, like you hid me. Tell me my savior, where were my brothers? Where was my sister?

You had polluted my reality. You were my guardian angel, but I still could not see. You had tempted her, you had tempted me. You were nothing but a devil in the image of a dove. How did he die? You never did tell me. At least never the truth. Run over by a truck? Fell in hole? Drank to death during your pregnancy? And you steal an angel from heaven above. Tempting her with sweet sugar and peace. With your instrument of heaven you had stolen, and yet the sister seems to still know nothing. Where had you taken her beauty? Her childhood? Her life? Instead she looks like you. But only without your disguise.

Where are they now? Why was I the only one to escape my little golden birdcage? You never did tell me. Only now I can guess. Only now I can hope. Only now I can wonder, dear mother, what would you have done with me?