if all those unseen, unshown inner burnings,
all that vomiting, all that nausea,
all that delirium, all those punctures,
all those forced awakenings
all those forced feedings,
all that fear
about what is going to be done to you next,
by whom, where, when,
had been my fears and burnings and not yours.
How much easier it would have been
But this is not about me.
is not my loss.
I am powerless,
except to wrench from you
what's left of you
and I will do it.
I have no words.
Only boundless, endless love,
for you, my own dear little Phaya.