Showing Her How

what's a Momma to do when she watches a part of her soul that lives outside of her body,

hurt

struggle

fumble

what's a Momma to do when all she wants is to

rescue

save

fix

Momma's

observe//

as you have since our first breath

listen//

as you have done since our first cry

hold//

as you have since our eyes first locked

Momma's

we must hurt (to know joy)

we must struggle (to know how to endure)

we must fumble (to be confident taking up space)

Momma's

we will rescue ourselves

we will save ourselves

we will uncover we're not broken.

After all,

you've been showing me how all along.