Mother and child

I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking – consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. Yes, I’m ready for you now; oh how I’ve missed you. Thank you so much for waiting for me. I’m sorry it’s taken so so long. As mother, I can’t wait to hold you in my arms. As child, I can’t wait to be held and cry years of primal loss and darkness and wanting, for I’ve never been given my words. Neither prepared, we will be reborn together. Soon dear one. Soon.