Not sure
Why sudden tears
Fill my eyes.
Could it be
A memory
Of what I've lost
In gaining this space
For myself.
Seeking a place
To call my own
Without violence.
Allowing dark memories
Proper burial
Where they belong.
The past.
As Canada celebrates
It's independence
On July 1st.
Therisa © 2019
Author's note: July 1st, marks the 13th anniversary of my accidental outing to my mom, after telling her that I wanted the holiday long weekend, by myself. Like usual, she refused to accept the boundaries, I wanted between us. Claiming I sounded depressed. Reality is, I am constantly living my life, depressed. Just that she hasn't noticed this fact of life. Truthfully, I didn't want to be around her, for the holiday weekend.
Long story short, she rejected me, as her daughter. Sending me into a suicidal depression, which would cause me, my job and apartment. As I moved from Brampton (bedroom suburb) to a Toronto women's homeless shelter.
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Since July 3, 2007, I have been living at my current address, which my has visited twice, since then. Acting as a physical and mental boundary for me.
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