Into
the fierce darkness,
I shout and
I scream,
echoes of longing and
cacophonies of loneliness
repeat into the black.
"Mother,"
I begin again, "are
you there?
Were you here?"
I search her out,
her presence in
the ruins
of a world that never
was for me
and will now never be again.
Each time
with each load lifted
and boulder removed from
my path, I speak
simple words: "I'm here."
Once more,
I bring light and hope
for her reflection again.
