Found
Come back…. she whispers.
My body. Her words.
Like the echo of a memory
Bouncing against a belly hollowed out by
SO MUCH STARVING
But there is no home here
And I have forgotten the path back.
So, still…
She whispers.
We are not lost…. she weeps.
My body. Her words.
Soft sobs under muffled screams.
Silenced by the noise of
SO MUCH STRIVING.
But we have been measured and found wanting
And I have forgotten how to hear her.
So, still….
She weeps.
Let me breathe…. she begs.
My body. Her words.
Strangled.
By hands wrapped too tightly around folding necks and bulging waists and beating hearts.
We were never made for this
Small. Suffocated. Shrinking.
But I’ve lost my breath and forgotten how to find her.
So, still….
She begs.
But wait….
This I know.
One hand on my belly. The other on my breast.
In. Out. Rise. Fall.
Like the force that moves mountains or calls love into existence.
My body. Her words. This breath. Revived.
So, now…