Image: Gabriel Isak
When she felt alone
She went to a place where she could be.
Watch the small boys below her on the sand
Throwing paper planes,
Squealing with delight
When they actually flew.
To her, they represented what if?
Her own son locked in his world
Struggling to come out
Tormented by the barriers he was unable to surpass
Frustrated and angry,
It tore at her soul.
She thought it her fault
Why was she not a good mother?
Time and time again
She strove to make it all go away
To have her son fly
Paper planes like everyone else.