Remember, you can be lost in stuckness, avoiding everything
adrift in mazes that go on forever
mourning the kid you were
disappointed and middle aged
a frump among the accomplished
“who took the wrong turn and ended up here?”
finding no solace in supposed freedom,
slamming the brakes in despairing compulsion
but then,
you stop hiding inside your own mind
and venture down to the body that knows
and feel that sadness screaming to be felt
“take me in please, stop locking the door”,
ok I’m crying, long and hard
and that baby, pushing to get out,
bathing in sorrow
wailing for years to finally be born
takes it’s breath and exhales relief,
remember, your baby needs air
don’t leave it inside in the dark.
(art by Katie Berggren)
Lia Wilbourn 