Mutha
Peace be with you
Peace?
An extrinsic ideal that I fabricate for stability
Inside of me?
Maybe that’s where I get along the most swimmingly
Yet I find myself inundated with rushing waves of musings that disintegrate what I could have had
So seemingly not there
Perhaps it’s when i’m scattering my emotions with colorful language across a canvas of melodies
Orchestrating the windows of my soul in a symphony
That seems like a possibility...
Yet somehow I tend to get stuck silencing out of fear of facing accountability for my furious sentimentality
Pieces of me wishing that was the answer because the Godly parts of me holding this paint brush of morality desperately wish I could separate myself from judgment
I could say it’s my feet planted solidly against the crown of mother indulging in the softness of her blades
Her breath carrying my soul higher, then pushing it back against my breast
Her tears mingling with mine on my white shirt budding the seeds surging in me begging to grow
Her proud beaming glare reminding me how luminous I can be
Dwelling in the richness of the universe putting me at ease.
I didn’t have an answer where I started but I always find my way back to peace.
