There are days… that go without a single mention of you… as though you, were a figment of imagination, hidden away… and then there are days when there is only you and the memories you left behind real, like the rain on my skin as the clouds float through the sky.
Keep hope my heart for in this wayward journey of infinite possibilities, the sadness that grips you shall pass… keep hope my heart, and wish upon the stars that traveled so far to light the darkness from a world apart. Keep hope my heart for you are still beating with love, with dreams, with life…keep hope my heart.
For all the storms that never found us, for you shielded us in a hug, For being our first teacher, who taught us how to love… and to be brave to face all that the world holds for us, even when there is no one to lean on… to all moms, Thank you, you are loved.
And once in a while, I get away… from words until I feel the tug that draws me back to the page and I sit to write, drained, from the days that linger of hegemonic processes that clash against my mind so I write…words, without rhyme or reason simply to satisfy my inner inhibition, words.