At my mother's feet

have i told you
about that time?
how i wept
at my mother's feet?
Begging her
to swallow me back.
My broken heart
needed to nest within her body
to rediscover its rhythm next to hers
to bathe in the softness of her womb
i wanted to feel safe again.
oh...how ... i...wept
i sat at her feet
spoke to her
in the songs of our ancestors
begging her
to swallow me whole
back into her womb