Strings attached
My love is unconditional –
an animal born in viscera.
Hardwired.
Evolved.
Oxytocin enchantment distracted me
from my enslavement.
The journey began
with keeping that outraged and unshelled tyrant alive.
Hormone drunk, I vowed to nourish and protect –
no matter what –
and my noble intention did endure
the most unreasonable of circumstances,
of expectations and advice,
and tear-stained failures.
My intuition was flawed and
my energy ran out.
But everyone survived and then one day:
‘You look tired mum,
sit down,
can I make you some tea?’
And I realised
that I wouldn’t change things
even if I could.
