I thought on Sunday about leaving this earthly space. bliss and serenity
would set into my bones with every recurring thought of
“if this was over it would be over and all of the pain passed onto me would melt into the palms of others. the palms of those who have crushed me in their palms” but
in the back of my mind my index finger was being held by the smallest hand
she has my eyes and sly smile that I often find trouble in hiding
has a heart with enough space for everything breathing and everything that has ever dragged their feet so softly
on these grounds
just like myself.
–
one day I will have a child and she is going to need me and
I can’t leave yet. she came to me to tell me she needs me,
they always told me that I cannot predict the future but they don’t know me and they
don’t know her
I will name her the name of a warrior and I will kiss her temples before she rests and during the early hours
I will love her in the way that I cannot wait to love myself, in the way that I cannot wait to love her
I often feel as though I do not need myself but she is waiting.
no it will not be soon but she is waiting to need me and
I need to be needed. I love her already
She came to me