Emory Hall: Mothers

Photo by Molly

mothers

there are millions of mothers

that live inside my chest.

I speak to them in quiet moments

under night skies

and in my dreams.

we are the keepers of a forest full of hearts.

the tenders of its fertile soil

the readers of its leaves

the guardians of wild territory.

sometimes,

we dance together

drunk on the perfume of

a thousand blossoms of love.

sometimes,

we rub honey on our ribs

broken from a thousand lifetimes

 of heartbreak.

sometimes,

we rest

and forget the weight we carry,

just for a moment.

I meet these mothers in secret

but they teach me everything I need to know.

Emory Hall

From made of rivers