It occurs to me now, in the dark & in the quiet -
that the very gifts I got from my mom,
are the exact things I needed...
to save myself from
the very things she, herself,
could not save herself
or me,
from.
It's a wild whirlwind of a ride, to find a way to the light,
when the way in is through the darkness & shadows & fog.
May the walk for you,
turn into a hopeful,
knowing
jog.
