Great mother of all things,
take this pain
that I have held
for so
so
long.
Why I was clutching it
I can't remember,
but I don't want it
any more.
But I can't trust anyone else
to take this sadness
and anger
and transmute it.
In one hand it would wound,
in another it might be used
as a weapon
or a tool of manipulation.
Take this pain,
oh great mother of all things
and weave it into your golden hair
where it belongs.