Big Brother
A poem about Christian sleep training
As an infant, I wailed with existential terror
Was I abandoned in the dark?
Would the wolves find me?
Would I starve?
Where was mother?
She stayed away
Held not by force, but by belief
A terrible doctrine that stripped away my humanity
And hers
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She did not protect that night
But you did, crawling next to me
A mere child yourself
One baby comforting another
It wouldn't be the last time
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Tonight, I will sleep straight through
The wolves won't even enter my dreams
You chased them away from the start
I wish there had been an older brother
To do the same for you