Torn and tortured motherhood

In life, you make a commitment which becomes a priority and you stand by it like some (blind) faithful soldier even if it kills or blasts you to pieces... and because I had been blast and dead long ago and a roaming zombie soldier now, I just keep taking.

and one side of me argues you're OK, despite the deaths...

they will be OK, too.

thing about being damaged is that you keep the young ones from experiencing the hells you went through.

look - you came out better.

and scarred. the problem with being scarred is that you won't want to take another sitting down.

will they, too? should I let the elements get in the way? because i know i am difficult. would i want them to be difficult?

experience will keep haunting you because it made you.

will it haunt them, too? what will be made of them?