It was three am when the snake appeared.
Slithered into my dreams with shining scales
and the topaz eyes of a mother.
Not my mother.
Kind like hers, but with more sorrow
and a confidence born from surviving
the hurricane.
I wondered what memories paint her
fears and how it would feel to cry in
technicolor.
She held me as I shook and whispered
soft things into the folds between my
anxieties.
I wept in navy sorrows and stained
the sheets with unwashed
grief
While she hummed foreign lullabies
to the tune of some happier child’s
sleep.
Rest easy, young one, she sang
as she dried my staccato
tears,
You are not so lost as you think.
This is such a beautiful poem—especially this stanza is just incredible:
“ I wondered what memories paint her
fears and how it would feel to cry in
technicolor.”
Amazing. This midnight guardian’s counsel is feels sound. What a lovely, reassuring and powerful poem! 🙂
The subject of your writing is very close se to my heart, brought tears to my eyes but of healing, not of sorrow. Thank you for sharing this with us 🌞
There is a lot of love in your words even in dark moments. “I wept in navy sorrows and stained
the sheets with unwashed
grief” is powerful, with its darkest blue possible, and the navy also being like a war on water bringing huge waves of pain.
Incredible work!