Ode to the brave mother.
Our "new" reality where nothing is certain.
This time I came crawling back. Head down, slow approach, looking up shyly for permission. Respectfully I reach out to touch, I understand the distrust. For how many times have I run off to taste some other flavor of myself. For how many times have I bounded back. High on promise, loaded with gifts of … Continue reading Let it Last
Invite a man in to taste this space, And he better know how to tread light, Respectful. This is a womb of intuition, A woman cave. Honor the hand prints on the wall. This mind, this delicately sculpted grace, Years in the making, Thoughts carefully aligned, Boundaries steadily defined, Words meticulously chosen, To share honest … Continue reading A Work of Solitude