For Her.

                             For Her 

Her who is she who has felt all of the horrific things of the shes that have come before. Possibly and probably her mother as well, this is the type of curse that is unknowingly passed down. I know this for sure. 

Her who is so in it, so in the dark that was never hers to hold but that of someone who passed it to her because it was too heavy hold. After all, this the nature of pain and dirt. 

 

When you touch something that doesn’t feel right in your hands, you pass it to someone else.

 

Her who can’t see her way out because we are not taught to have a way out. We are taught instead to have a way in. But also not taught what or where in is. 

 

Truth be told the in is in us.