Words of wisdom

from a stranger who saw me better than most

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.