Past & Done

My therapist said she specializes in the hole in your heart

that lacks a mom,

& I thought, no s***, Sherlock

that's your job

& I could write a post about mothers

my mom in particular

that would offend

almost everyone

but I won't

and that's growth

that's the hole in my heart

shaped like a machete wound

which are weapons used in combat

to fight our enemies, our

evil counterparts

& that is not the definition

Merriam Webster uses to define parent.

Combat.

& now I sit with the damage, the collateral effects

of it -

but it's our job to overcome

what was done to us

to move on and fill the hole

that sits and festers

until we seek professional help -

the machete hole in my heart

is saying:

it's okay to be broken

but don't pass on

this trauma, this propensity

to sit and ruminate about

what is past, and done.