This poem was inspired by Sabrina Benaim’s “Explaining My Depression to My Mother.”
all I had to do
was to leave the car,
but my hands froze,
and my heart beat faster and faster
until terror rose above me
like a boat facing a threatening wave
until the wave capsized the boat,
and my breath stuck in my chest
and I said,
Mom, why can’t you understand
that socialization
is like entering a battlefield with a plastic sword,
knowing that I will lose
but charging anyway,
because I have no choice,
because people are everywhere
Mom, why can’t you understand
that this war doesn’t kill me,
but drives me further and further into a corner
where I accept the swords
with welcoming arms and a fake smile
Mom, why can’t you understand
that you are one of the soldiers
Mom, I am scared,
scared…
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