poem

A poem I posted on Facebook the other day...

But‬ You See Three
By: Stephanie Josiah
8/3/2013 @ 11:35pm

Social anxiety takes on
New meaning
Three children swinging
From my arms but

Strangers
... Always ask

How many...

"How many children do you have?"

Instantly the walls tumble
Like drying linen
The fresh flesh wound about
My breast uncovered

Spotlights glare down on
broken sternum and
Busted arteries
Every hero has a weakness

The cape on my back
Now a flag of surrender
I am no champion
I lost my gooey-cheeked toddler

How do I start to explain
When I answer "four"
But you see
Three?