mothered by
my tears
i’ll embrace
tenderness
and
bear conflict
in all its
masks
and rattling
fists,
until disturbed by
none of
it.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
mothered by
my tears
i’ll embrace
tenderness
and
bear conflict
in all its
masks
and rattling
fists,
until disturbed by
none of
it.
hands in the garden 
This is very relatable. Beautiful. Weird how there can be beauty in pain.. Or maybe the beauty lies in overcoming the pain.. And how it makes us stronger in the end.
Both valid perspectives.. Thank you for the thoughtful comment and for reading.