There are millions of mothers
that live inside my chest.
i speak to them in quiet moments
under night skies
and in my dreams.

we are the keepers of a forest full of hearts.
the tenders of its fertile soil
the readers of its leaves
the guardians of its wild territory.

sometimes,
we dance together
drunk on the perfume of
a thousand blossoms of love.

sometimes,
we rub honey on our ribs,
broken from a thousand lifetimes
of heartbreak.

sometimes
we rest
and forget the weight we carry,
just for a moment.

i meet these mothers in secret
but they teach me everything i know.

// mothers