remedies are made from her words -
restless tears fall from all forsaken
whispers broken into syllables of outreach,
bestowing a rare awakening
in the eyes of the vulnerable
- us -
regurgitating past meals of rotten misery…
in despite of repetition, the fork is still in hand.
heedlessness gouged into a plate of layered agony
breathless from sour slime lingering in our esophagus.
we seek no more nourishment in our daily-
felt sorrow of the everyday tribulations
to share realities.
so dive deep within and..
voice with vigor and vim
the darkness you entreat daily
her peppermint deliverance hastens
the remedy for poisonous mind-made insanities;
continuously stocking and re-stocking side effects
of emotional tendencies, hypertensive reactions -
like the sensation of rushing vomit imprisoned
due to the suffocation of truth.
one drop of her tear
heals the first layer of foul bile.
one taste of her suffering and
roots will sprout in the soil within.
this is a remedy for the heart
the mother in us all.