Past the shadows and murky waters lies a soul, even if it is a wretched one, it is almost the same as your own.

Not exactly as clean or as shiny and new, but a one of a kind fingerprint lying in a watery grave under oceans calling no truce.

It sometimes moves or should I say jolts? Trying to reawaken it’s youthful side. Trying to reignite that inner glow.

It is filled with things that don’t belong there, a torrent of furniture like a hoarder who can’t bear….to part with the things it uses as a cloak, the things it finds hard to release and let go, never letting sensitive words reach the top of its throat, concealing the ugly truth as it sails on it’s barely floatable boat, lost in unchartered waters, its location unknown.

Still, this soul does not known, because in its distorted mind it sees a sailor, sailing with full steam in its pristine white coat, waving the salute sign and welcoming, waving crowds of admiring foes.

You see this soul, is afraid to surrender to life in full light and in mistakes set in plain sights. Afraid it might be identified as a perpetrator of greater misuses and things it can’t control nor fight. It’s tested method made it running back from the finish, always  going in the wrong direction, following the wrong track.

However, at times the fear releases it, when it reaches for the same thing that is hurting it. The only thing that this shrouded vision sees eases the despair it is in. Looking around knowing it is hooked on a breakable string, at any moment not only erasing the fear but silencing it as the fallen angel falls back to reality, with memories that haunt its ability to see clear.

My own theory /

as to why God has placed Heaven under my Mother’s feet /

is not a concept that is easy to conceive /

A point of view /

that is more easy to achieve /

when personally attained by the Grace of He /

The highest most Divine of being, the Most Gracious, Unseen/

One, forever clambering & craving to see /

The Most Merciful who makes us remember /

Momma crawling on her knees /

For all those things we need /

That dollar /

Or that sweet green bittersweet treat/

I would die for that lady! /

Not out of malice but out of loving greed /

The Mermaid part of me /

As a human /

Wishing to swim in the ocean being able to breathe /

Mums and their will to make believe /

To help us dream, and peacefully sleep /

The only lady a lover can never exceed /

As a woman she is the character I try to emulate /

As a man I try to imaginate /

Females /

A foreign mate /

That lady that is grace /

Never complaining that she is chained to my name /

My race /

My gender /

And my birthplace. /

Whoever she may be /

Mother of nature /

Or Mother to be /

A Mum to me /

Is the place nearest to heaven /

That we can love more than anything /

Just an aura I know yesterday forever tomorrow /

The one person I know is a certified Hero!

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Yes I am a mum and I do forget to do my hair /

sometimes I even forget why those little shoes are there /

But I don’t forget about how valuable my care /

is to another being and not just a scent on a pillow /

or a memory I’m seeing /

A live creature who’s dependent on not only my judgment but also my seeing /

Yes! I am a Mum and I do forget to give a damn /

When you televise an earthquake colliding and crushing the land because my child is hungry and fate has killed my man.

I forget sometimes that I matter /

And being a superhero is not as scripted as it is on camera /

Neither obtaining that mansion nor that manor /

Yet maintaining the future on man’s account and balance /

According to the hour /

And Yes I am a Mum which means I know about procreation and those hidden, deceitful, delightful, yet so natural acts

But excuse me as I add one to humanity /

 And you tell me I am just a breeder of another clan!

Turn left and you are sure to pass that place you desired

Turn right and you begin to head into the belly of the fire.

Stand still and risk being those who were left behind

Walk backwards and be prepared to be shoved aside

As you surrender to the notion of following the crowd

No voice accounts for what was said out loud

You will blend into the background of the strong versus the weak

Where every soul fights the urge to re group or retreat

Non conformists are what set faces into the crowd

Eliminating the idea that an individual cannot make a sound

Rising, floating and flying above the tops of the repressed word

Shouting clearly - COME GET ME WORLD!

I saw a leaf fall from the tree tops above my head

It swirled and twirled like it fell from heaven.

I couldn’t help but think that that leaf fell for me

It knew just the second to land neatly by my feet.

I wouldn’t be anywhere else but standing here

Everything in this moment is perfect and sincere.