On: The Impossible Thing
"Everything is going to be ok."
I'd like you to contemplate for just a moment
The gravity of such a statement
When spoken by someone like me
Dismal origins
Hemorrhaged into tragic months, years, decades
Development that should've choked as it bled
Starting with a neural tube defect
Not fit for birth
But somehow
The universe demonstrated grace
Permitted my entry
Into chaos
Nights we fled
Days we hid
Men who took as they pleased
Women who taught me that mothers are
Cold
But somehow
The universe insisted on persistence
Falling a thousand times
Wrenched back onto my feet one thousand and one
Until
I push away the men I refuse to please
And I am called
"Mom"
By voices I've kept warm
An alchemical feat
My magnum opus
I am an Impossible Thing
And I can tell you
Everything is going to be ok