been here before

this place,

these people,

those words,

that feeling,

been here before.

The Benevolent Universe

slowly closing a door,

ushering in

something unfamiliar

far beyond my

imagination –

another assignment

an opportunity

to learn

to grow

to contribute

and explore

pieces of me

never seen before.

anticipation clasps the hand

of trepidation,

resistance gradually gives way

to acceptance

of a Journey

marked by the continuous

making

and then

the breaking

of bonds.

Mother is Husband

“I am your husband,”

said The Mother

to The Daughter.

Not entirely an untruth, 

as Mother dwells in household

with her eldest Daughter.

They share expenses

and secrets.

They are each other’s “somebody”

the unspoken priority,

the new nuclear family,

the what remains

when what was The Core

splinters off

never to return.

Pop: Year Nineteen

nineteen years

since you transitioned

to The Other Realms

no father, no more

like yesterday

when you left

in the arms of the woman you Love

on the bed of your and hers first born

a massive stroke

quickly

dramatically

graciously

commenced your way back Home

your Heart the last to go

fittingly

as It defined you

and, hence, me,

your namesake

thank you

for coming to me

in dream

recently

a rare occurrence

so cherished πŸ™

you are missed

here

your Presence still felt

here

there really is no ending

simply a change to the scenery

the brink

what have we become?

un-done

dis-embodied

dis-membered

fear-full

looking

here then there

longing

for a time

that never was

desperate

for salvation

from the outside

un-able to go

in

down

and way back

to lineage

repressed

depressed

lonely

confused

thankfully πŸ™

a few

awakened

just enough

perhaps

to save us all from

The Brink

lack of self love

afraid

to be

to speak

Me.

default

to please

all

to swallow

poisons

to smile

though the Heart

aches.

where Love

for Self

has not yet

matured

lack of

enoughness

takes root

bringing

constant recrimination

guilt

angst

such heaviness.

in this vast wilderness

Hope

a tiny Voice

a faint Light

stirrings

of an innate

Self-Regard πŸ™

UTERUS

been twelve years

today

since you’ve been gone πŸ™

maceration on the in-side

then

pieces pulled out

bit by bloody bit

through three holes

drilled into

the abdomen.

from that point on,

a chapter closed:

in this Life Time,

no child

to come

through me,

pregnancy would manifest

differently.

since you’ve been gone,

much more emboldened –

the pieces of you

became my Wings πŸͺ½

πŸ™

reel in

reel in

my feelings?

no!

been there,

done that.

lost a seminal piece

of my femininity.

then, a new body.

we do not return

as we came.

bits of us fall away

over time.

we give them away

unconsciously

desperate

to simply

hold

on.