Dive Deep.

The underworld goddess pulling me down

incubating in the soup swamps

Mucking in the mire

Rolling in my own shit

…life would be better if…

all parts of the whole

what’s mine?

to enjoy

to pass back to the whole?

empty shelf of a life

devoid of meaning

no child

no grandchildren

no great grandchildren

dig deeper to remember I have the spiritual kind, the soul kind

no snotty noses to wipe or snuggles in bed, lonely house at christmas looking through the gold glow window of neighbors’ houses full with family

descending as I ascended

beyond mother

before grandmother

to great grandmother

an only child.

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