We were born into a culture of idolising our mothers. People expect us to sit them. Gracefully on a pedestal, regardless of what they did, or who they became.

You are more than my heart. You are the unimagined moments of my life. You anchor my most subconscience thoughts. The vastness of the the ocean, a mere glimpse of the perceivable universe, lives in us. You are the quiver in my voice, the warmth behind my eyes, you guide the softness of my hands.

Another poem from the depths of an old flash drive. This poem was written several years ago for a person who did not deserve it. However, the experience taught me many things about myself, love and the complexities of a relationship.