no worries, come here

in truth,

if you do enough soul

searching,

therapy

and book reading,

if you come out the other

side of hard

pain and suffering,

you come to the conclusion

that it's all about your mother.

it's mom that we call out to 

after taking a bullet

and bleeding out

in the trenches of war.

not a word

is uttered towards father.

we want the milk,

the womb,

the arms of birth

around us.

we want to return

to the safety of 

unconditional love,

whether real, 

or imagined.

we want to hear the words

i have you,

no worries, my dear.

come here.