For the first time in a year I feel like myself. With a whirlwind in my own soul I felt like I had been scuba diving in the depths of Hell. With Darkness riding on my coat tails, and paranoia setting in with a little being stirring in my womb. Set on over drive.

Hiding in warm ocean's caves, when all I wanted was to rest. I had to keep moving to break the friction from the tide.
I thought I'd rec

over as soon as I knew my son was earth bound. Darkness still lurked for months, icy cold fingers clawing, dragging on glass. I cowered in the corner, with handfuls of my own hair.
I had been here before, but on my own.

I broke out, for the first time in months, and possibly the first time in 26 years. A new level, a higher plateau. I ran as fast as I could.
The land held more terrors than the sea.
Nestled down for Autumn, safely tucked under trees, in rainbows of leaves. Watching clouds as the sky's moist breath pressed against me.
I heard you whisper for the first time in years.
With tiny hands placed on my chest, eyes looking up. Love.

To Hell and back, for you.
I had sold my soul, lives before. And traveled back to retrieve it.
Tolls were paid, and Angels carried us out. Cloaked in light and the smell of rebirth.
Mother May I.

-Saree McClaran
11-1-12