Surrender

I I have a message for you

Her strong hands

Know stuck parts

My estranged bones yearn to melt into my soul

A primal desire trapped deep in my hips

Surviving in fear and disappointment

Aching to be free

Her strong hands offer permission

To become unstuck

I weep for fear of freedom

A rush of love charges through my veins

Mom, are you here?

Surrender, she whispers

Written in February 2025 after a powerful massage with a witchy healer in Montañita, Ecuador at Casa Del Sol