Mother...

Poetic Prose #1:

Mother...

Mother.

Guardian.

Love. Unconditional.

The pain seems to be unrelenting and unceasing.

My heart trembles at the idea of my worth being up for debate.

Fear fills my heart and I pour out with pain.

I made a vow to never numb it again.

Yet…. Though that vow stands unshakable. The cracks begin to show.

My faith is firm.

My heart is unsteady.

Mother. Thank you.

Mother. I’m sorry.

Mother. I need time to forgive.

This heart will never stop loving.

But the pain will never stop feeling unbearable.

Process. Journal. Express. Trust. Heal.

All… In Time.