My Mother-

My Mother, she is to me, the Waters and the Seas,

the Trees i do not see at Night

and the Men I meet in Day.

She is the women who have raised me,

embraced me,

Many I call(ed) a home.

A place to hide and resurrect

To die again and find a sense of self

-a comfort to sooth my pain, ease the destruction

of a Woman i called ‘my mother’.

She is the place I find my warmth,

My place, My sense of home-

the arms of lovers-

and of friends-

bullets shattering through

shards of heart-

-String-

As I realise the Names

i’ve been called-

and the places I’ve been

-because i’ve had a mother.

She is my rock,

My foundation,

Stone,

that gave birth to me,

never to change,

My Mother, my rock, my foundation stone.

Never to Change- again.

She is the place i go to hide,

my tears at night,

In my own arms,

because i never knew to be held

-till recently.

I go to take a breath

in her arms,

my arms,

my Mother.

The place- i go to hide

To resurrect again-

The memories of hiding and shame,

A body torn apart by guilt and self-hate

She is the Place i go again,

to resurrect a Sense of Self,

Gain respect-

my own body

Never got.

She is my sense of Shame and Joy that protects me,

from that very same shame-

that eats her up,

inside out-

and cursed her,

to curse my name.

She is the place,

That i put,

All My Parts,

Back together Again.

Making A Whole Out of Something

Fundamentally Lacking.

My Mother the place,

I make a Whole

Out of my Nothing

-Again and a-Gain.

Greater than I could ever Imagine.

Picturing Myself Her Whole.

I learn to imagine again and a-gain

What it would be like to be Whole.

A Mother onto Myself,

the one who puts the pieces back, together,

-a Broken family,

Turning into One.

She is the Arms & Legs,

Of My Body,

-that extends out before me.

She is My Mother- the one who Destroyed and- the one who Put Back together,

- All that I AM.

She is My Mother,

The Creator & The Destroyer,

Of the Universe,

my World,

-The God.

Can she come to be,

the next embrace

-of a Stranger,

the words,

I Whisper

-at night

To ease the pain

of feeling alone.

The love i see

In my eyes

In the mirror

-when i’ve destroyed my demons.

She my Mother staring back at me, with all the Love in the World.

-mine and hers combined-

I’m in love with My Mother- the woman who birthed me out her Womb.

The Womb-man who birthed this world.

She is me and I am she. I am the Womb-man who birthed this World. And I am nothing.

Destroyer, Maker, Creator, Sacrificer- Our Earth, Our Woman, The Ground.

Who is she but our Creator and our Destroyer-

The Moon who Circles our Earth-

Creating Our Rhythms of Change.

Our Mother our First Maker

-of the Change.

Our Father the later, or second.

Here’s to all the Mother’s, all the Moons that- Circle our Earth

-and make us who we are!

A contradiction-

Birthed in form

-the shape of roundness,

Her Name

Her Game,

-Her Form.

My Form,

Her Form,

Our form-

She is the Shape of Roundness,

that cradles,

In our arms,

-as we hold a babe,

our next greatest love.

Our Earth.

Our Generation.

- our next.

All the pieces

that Fall apart

to make the Puzzle

we call

- the Earth

A Puzzle of Man, of Human

- kind,

The kindness of a Womb-an,

hiding the-

-Birth of New-

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