Helpless

I can barely sit now
for each muscle reminds
me of the abuses.
And I cannot work on
my art, my mind bruised and
reduced to a strain. He,
always needing, always
helpless, but he is not
the one that needs my self
the most. His pain extends
and engulfs those closest–
we can no longer flee, our life
is not our own.

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