• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

Motherhood is born of a blood moon

My motherhood is born
from blood inside the full moon.
My true north
my every compass point.
My sinew
my each connecting joint.
My deep breath…
before the plunge.
My emptiness…
before i fill my lungs.
When i say you are my world
i mean you are my all.
My north and southern hemisphere
my hearts one true call.
My moonlight
my sunrise.
My late night
my early morn…
my ecstasy…
my life reborn.