In life you raged
those you claimed to love bore your handprints
and cursed you in your final breath
your chains still rattle
your mothers tears echo across generations
haunting us all
your son’s greatest achievement in life
was being the opposite of you
beloved by his children
cherished in life and mourned in death
his peace rankles you still
Enough. I hear you. Your pain is acknowledged.
Your cry for help heard. For your son’s sake, for my father’s sake,
I will help you. I will give you a final voice,
I will hold you one last time, like a mother,
and sing softly that everything is going to be okay, and you are loved.
I will listen to your mother, and your mother’s mother.
I will listen to her father and all those who came before,
I will free them all. The chains will fall. You will be together.
Enough. Enough now.
No longer will your anger burn through our veins, your lack of control assault our emotions, your pain roar through our breath. Enough now.
Twenty years now you have yelled into the abyss. Enough now.
Let us do it together.
I will raise you up. I will pray for you. I will give you an offering to sustain you.
You are not alone. Not anymore.
Enough. Enough now.
The Book of Her 