Mother's Arms

I am grown and experienced, 

flavored, seasoned, weathered even...

having all my life missed my mother,

the only person I was comfortable with

taken, stolen, obscured and hidden,

and all I wanted in this world 

was to get her back. 

None understood my dilemma,

most didn't even care, and then 

there were some that used it as an excuse 

to look down upon me, because I was broken

in many places by this difference 

in me they had created, not like us...

not blood, so not really a person,

because people have roots

and my roots were a mystery...

Even adopted, not really an orphan 

but yes, it felt like that, marooned,

it was sink or swim.

The entire time I thought of her,

where could she be?

Was I on her mind as well?

So many questions that 

did not have answers I could know,

all I knew was I missed her.

I travelled the world, I searched 

high and low, I watched the sky

I stood at the shore, and waited at the docks.

But I couldn't find her, only rumors;

I have jumped in the blue ocean to forget

but I could not forget myself.

And I searched on and found 

many potential solutions presenting themselves, 

and I examined these things, measured 

against my desire and drive, my ambition,

singular; I wanted her back 

and nothing else mattered...

whatever may come, high or low,

feast or famine, to find me, I needed her.

And then one day the fog had lifted

the ocean had parted,

the sky had opened, and I found her...

and she received me, herself in distress,

because she had waited for so long

as I had, and in that one moment

it became real, and we were no longer alone,

the missing pieces, returned, placed back, fitted,

to where they belonged.

No longer broken, yet still different, but 

fulfilled now in ways that cannot be relayed...

for the experience is all at once 

so overwhelming and vexing it taxes a soul

and creates tears in the fabric of being

your heart torn, and then the demons come...  

unless the tears become the expanding of growth, 

and that all occurred with our reunion...

Demons retreating, as we gain our strength

from each other with our energy as one.

Demons fleeing, as I take comfort 

in my mother's arms.