Love Song from a Teenager

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

In a recent workshop, we were invited to write a love song to the Divine Mother. And I discovered that I need to rebel against her, just like a human mother.

They told me to write you a love song.

So here is my teenage love song,

while I grow through and away from you

in order to return to you again.

My love song sounds like:

I hate you where have you been why aren't you looking at me why are you like this—

My love song cries on the floor like a toddler

rolling around with fierce abandon.

My love song trusts you to be there —

just at the edge of my vision —

moving the table before I hit it with my forehead,

placing a pillow exactly where my hands strike the floor.

My love song stands on wobbling legs,

stepping like a newborn foal

back into the shadow of your protection.