Tell That Child

Sister, friend, do you want to be a mother,

or do you seek redemption?

Do you want to be a mother,

or is it restitution you're after?

Is this child,

your child to be

going to set them straight,

show them

they've done you wrong,

never gave you

what you came here to get,

Unconditional Adoration.

Such a heavy burden

for such small shoulders.

Your daugter's shoulders

are caving in under all that weight.

Sister, friend,

Tell that child to come home

when she's ready.

Tell her the door's unlocked.

When she asks if there is anything she could bring you,

Tell her you have all you need"

Tell her to

just

bring herself.

j.i.

Miscarriage

Bow to what is.

I bow to the pinched nerve in my arm

It says don't move

I bow to the unborn

child that moves on

too soon

I bow

bow

bow

To begin to

acquire a taste

for the spin of Your spices.

the next meal.

the next ladle of Your love

is to bow to what is.

j.i.