Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

My Mirror

I want to go home,
home to my lover,
home to my dog,
home to the insanity of there.
I can’t take it here anymore
breathing in my mother
like asbestos.
Her fear sticking to my lungs.
Her craziness.
Her panic.
What was she thinking when she had me?
Why did she have me?
So I could be a slave girl
to fulfill her every desire?
Bring her water by the cup,
make her meals,
and do her laundry.
For years I have ridden on her broom
round and round
till I have lost my way completely.
She is the darkness inside me.
But when I am with her my mind is quiet.
When I am with her I do not hear the voices in my head
because I am so busy listening to her voice.
When I am with her I have someone to see the craziness in
so I don’t have to see it in myself.