Sophia Aguiñaga
(the truth)
happiness is not
bliss, elation
wordless comfort
and its pleasure
she is all those
she is far more
she is too
challenge, breaking
devastating infliction
and its pain
she is The Mother
surrounding, carrying
holding us
then inciting us to
recognize her
through the darkness
and isolation of birth
we confuse her gift
of emancipation
with banishment
though she's never
left us and
never could
(the truth)