The Child Fights

Kilos worth of a metal press, buzzing closer and closer to the surface
cracked glass, shards, and pieces
the child fights

Cold cold rooms, the walls let the whistle of cold air inside
shivering, crying, and blue
the child fights

Dry heaving from the bottom of his stomach
uncomfortable, sick, and sweating
the child fights

Growling stomach echoing emptiness around him
hungry, hungry, and hungry
the child fights

The child fights for me. The child in me fights for me.
Every day, every breathing moment the child fights for me.
The child fights to keep from the edge of madness, loss, and pain.
The child in me fights for me.

I have to keep this child alive. I have to keep this hope alive.
I have to fight for this child and I have to love this child of mine.
This child of mine has never been happy and yet this child fights.

Inevitable, invincible, and incorrigible
the child fights

Bent, broken and wronged
the child fights

the child fights to keep me alive.
I got to start fighting too

I love this child
I fight one day more.