No One Told Me by Chrissie Morris Brady

No One Told Me

I lay mute, akinetic
Even after I awakened
No one told me it could change
Seemed like no one thought it would

Wanting to please the cleaner
Who greeted me, smiling, each day
After months I managed 'hello'
Followed only by mumbles

Anger is a driver
It need not destroy us
It channeled my energy and mind
Still, I knew not what I could do

If I could not walk
Then I would crawl
But only mumbling for words?
No, I would speak clear tones

To walk took eighteen months
To speak clear was years of anger
No one thinks I should be able
Nor told me that I could

Why

Maybe because my mother hated me.
Or maybe the teasing and bullying,
Probably I learned to hate myself.

Choices

I've been the mother my mother never was.
Loving and sacrificing, always there.
Carpools, parties, school gates



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Bio: Chrissie Morris Brady lives next to the sea on the south coast of England. She lived in southern California for several years, where she gained her degree in Psychology and worked with recovering addicts. Chrissie has been published by Dead Snakes, Scarlet Review, Dissident Voice, Mad Swirl, Writing For Peace and other poetry publications. She also blogs about her declining health. Chrissie lives with her teenage daughter.