in the deafening moments in the night
the silence around me,
something’s not quite right
i begin to think
when it all began
a hidden wellspring of emotion
it starts to breathe again
i see a girl
and something quietly scorned
a mother
and the weight of the world
she sings softly to her in the space between the silent noise
and in that moment i am both small again
feeling like ive been misplaced
in someone’s arms
their heartbeat so familiar, cradled in warmth
and a more grown girl, an embrace
with the burden of the wisdom that comes with such gentleness
i cannot bear to withhold my tears from them both.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
in the deafening moments in the night
the silence around me,
something’s not quite right
i begin to think
when it all began
a hidden wellspring of emotion
it starts to breathe again
i see a girl
and something quietly scorned
a mother
and the weight of the world
she sings softly to her in the space between the silent noise
and in that moment i am both small again
feeling like ive been misplaced
in someone’s arms
their heartbeat so familiar, cradled in warmth
and a more grown girl, an embrace
with the burden of the wisdom that comes with such gentleness
i cannot bear to withhold my tears from them both.
i cannot remember the last time my mother held me
