Fear and Not Knowing

Our lines are all crossed- Crossed one another.

I said, I said,

I am not that

I am not a Mother.

Nature or Nurture?

Nature or Nurture?

The child in me

Eternally breathes

So small.

The Old woman sees she says,

"You Cannot have it all."

She says

"You know You cannot have it all."

This is the way my story goes

Her story goes

The story goes.

This is the way the story goes

And I am still right here.