The Mother
I always felt my mother was more of a mother to another.
So in my childhood household, I became the mother.
A Moment to Breathe
I want to run but there’s nowhere to flee.
I’m stuck somewhere between who I was and who I should be.
I see the path so clearly—
In Element
The crunch of heels trekking through the towering trees.
Distant echoes of hikers chattering on the whim.
The easing whisper of the wind.
Just fine.
This body birthed bodies,
make him lay out like I done caught a body,
and still,
I say this body is
‘just fine.’
Self-Check-In
When the clock stops ticking,
what secrets will haunt the depths of your soul?
