My closed eyes see
The brain mapping
Memories
Not
As I thought
Each in its place
But instead
Encoded
In the journey
The connections
The way
Oh Momma
Sometimes
I feel the earth quake
Cortisol flood
Hear beat fierce
Breath sharp
Readied for the task
Of forming words
That poison
And pierce
Fight
Flight
Fear
Small
Trapped
In here
Hand
Hold
Love
Smooth
Liquid
Gold
Momma
Mirror is
What I do
What I want
Is to mirror
You