Memory Walker

Not really sure if you can call me a time traveler...

I mean I can only travel to my memories..

At night I lie down. I remember. And then I'm there.

Sometimes I go to a time when I cried through the night.

I comfort the younger me.

I tell myself that men CAN cry.

I tell myself that it's okay to be different.

That I don't need to fit in.

I'll be fine...

Other times I go back to the times I listened to my mama crying...

I tell her that I love her

That I know it's hard but we'll make it through.

That I know she skips meals so my brothers and I can fill our stomachs,

and even if we don't say it much we love her,

and we appreciate her.

I do this every night.

I go back.

Comfort myself,

My mama,

My brothers,

Searching for that one memory that broke me.....

But maybe...

Just maybe...

I was born broken.......