you tell me what I remember
the place, the smell, the home
the ridges of my contorted expression
the way I must have felt
laced with knowing
tainted with devotion
a passion only a mother knows

countered with my own knowing
I am reminded that I am split
the splinter to your rose
you assure me, a pretty splinter
but there I am left wondering
when all one has known is war
do they forget how to be without chaos?
callus their armor
wide their stride
war is my mother
my father, the tide
take heed, I am the land that forms when the fire of the earth touches the sea