monuments to their pride prompts

6 months ago

Mothers’ love Vigilant of her every move on this the second of journeys within shadows of foolish contempt. Our stench of fear is left behind like monuments of death as her lighting send a messenger of thunder to greet us. We stand tall wielding pride un-caged like a double-edged sword as so many times before, refusing to see the forgiveness in her growing smile, as the scars like canyons in her soul, bleed still. Slowly mothers’ love disarms pride, caressing our faces like starlight over naked waters, bringing regret to words spoken as tears fall, cleansing her feet. In mysterious grace she unfolds the sun as clouds of grey wrath make way to the purest of white, still remembering innocence lostlonging to become