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Through all the stress of your demeanor, Grasping just out of reach at Deadlines, hauntings and hunger It only takes a moment Sitting at the edge of calm, Wearing the deep melancholic blue Of your eyes, here in nature's sacrament To remind me I am Solid, Seperate, Soft. And that you, Mother, are the ocean. In her vastness, she cannot love me Without the stillness from her jaws, The dread from her tender heart, The comfort from her darker depths. I am of her, and I am with her. My own vessel. Though drifting at the pace of her currents, I find my warmth within the self And my calm inside her head. Although the sea aches to drown and to stir, She also carries, holds, cradles inside of her. And I find myself grateful. My mother cannot give me The love I hold for her myself, But she deserves it nonetheless, In her terrifying sickness, In her soothing natural health. I love you deeply, Mother. Know that you made my heart Strong enough to hold the light You cannot bring yourself to keep Inside yourself, in spite. #RxdRxt #RxdRxtRambles #TxtPst #Poem #Poetry #Mother #Personal