Dark Well
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A mother's affection.

Dark Well

So long ago, Mother called this her affection

a time when bricks weren't bars

the roof of this prison.

“Mother,” I said, dew dripping from the moon

so high from my grasp.

“Why have you left me, in this well, all alone?”

Water stained my clothes, my cheeks

filling my shoes

sinking me deep.

Until my lungs were filled with Earth’s blood.

Until breath became ache

and movement was agony.

...

No face will appear

in the circle of Heaven.

But I can hear Mother whispering her mantra of reason.

Of safety, of sanctuary,

affection,

her Love.

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