Do not lose your softness, she said,
and wrapped me in her arms.
Her long locks and flowy dress,
mother. God. with us.
We shared the pain
that clamps you shut
to keep you safe, untouched.
Her voice whispers into my rage,
Stay open.
Do not lose yourself.
Stay open.
I am safe,
I am not lost.
when I return to the softness of her,
of myself.
This is beautiful, and I am intrigued to know more.