"We"

I promise to try my best to be good

if You’ll carry me home when the night ends.

I’ll gently lay the restless child inside of me to bed,

And ask You to hold me

while I cradle Her in my arms.

I’ll silently pretend we’re a family,

You, Her, and I,

Because safety lives in these moments like these.

Tonight, my mind will wander to beautiful places

until the darkness turns back to light,

and the fear of existence crawls back inside of our skin.

I wish I could promise You that who I am now

is the same woman I’ll be tomorrow,

but my body is a shared rental between me and this baby,

the only child I’ll ever be able to bare.

And I never know whose face will be in the mirror

when I crawl out of these tangled sheets in the morning.

I hope someday She’ll grow up

having been taught how to give and receive love,

and I can finally lay myself to rest,

Giving Her an entire body to flourish in

and giving You a less broken person to love.

- Ophira