Mother #2

Wading in the deep unknown.

Pockets of heart expansion

not previously imagined.

And the pain

of not being able to protect/hold/shield

at all times

in all places.

The deep dive

of being thrown into

your own un attended

un healed ness.

It has been waiting

for this time.

The veils

now pulled back

to reveal

a nakedness

so vulnerable

it took becoming a Mother

for it to

speak.

Or perhaps,

it’s a fire

so hot

it took becoming a Mother

for it to

speak.

Or perhaps,

it’s your secret longings and yearnings

so unrelenting

that it took becoming a Mother

for them to

speak.