The vows we take.

I often see the goddess in you.
The softness and the light.
I see your nurturing ways of mothering, leading, full esteem.
Until today. She says.
I had forgotten, in all the ways you are soft, there are places you are stone. There are stones still turning, tumbling and softening their edges.
You heal, I heal.
You feel, I feel.
I had to write the last two lines of your prompt because they are mine too.
The vows we take; maybe some stones are meant unturned.

stephanie birch