Living in the fridge no more

The bitter cold winter night is nothing compared to the heartless comments spilled out from a mother.

Underneath the blank face of a bleeding child the soul screams in agony.

Blind to the pain and deaf to the hurt, the mother dwelt on self-pity.

As much as I resented it, I repeated it. And every time I regretted.

The cycle of blame has no end but it must stop somewhere.

Be grateful for the unwanted misery for it teaches us we must let go and move forward.

Don’t waste time in this hopeless land of barren.

For It is a desert slowly but surely will drain our spirit dry.

Chen-en Lee

2021/5/28