A Mother. Once, forever and for all.

She is innocent, honest, helpful, kind.

Naïve perhaps and meant to give.

Her siblings she cherished, she watched them grow tall, and cared for their every call.

Obediently willing and out of obligation she married,

all while the fear of disapproval churned in her belly.

She moved forward, stale, steady, and at an impasse

Watching as the birds and cars passed by slowly.

Finally, she took strength. Solace she stood her ground. She chose and she left. Aware of the call, of the whisper, that streamed forth in her heart.

You’d think that my endless journey could sustain such dreamlike fantasies. Yet, the truth is? That is never the case. Somewhere inside of me, some place deep within, I feel a pit. A Churning black liquid tar that eats up anything in its midst. An emptiness that I cannot ever seem to fill.