Walls to Water

When I was a child, she was like a breeze
I grew up assured that her mildness would keep me safe.
She flurried herself in and out of my room each night
 I couldn't grasp how she could restrain such tenderness whilst sharing a bed with a typhoon
wrecking her life.
Little did I know she nurtured one herself, deep inside her walled heart. She just didn't show.

When the storm passed years later, and we departed, it didn't take years for that pet twister to surface
The gentle breeze was replaced by a strong roar of a tigress, defending her from further hurt -
Yet, in the process, harming herself, and us.

I suppose that's what it takes to endure in a man's world.

Yetts came down, trenches dug. No more apathy. No more soft.
I , a young adult now, thought of her mild days.
But I never- and I say never- want to turn back time.Those days are gone for good.

When I was found by my Father, the Ever-Loving, All-Knowing
She in all her maternal affinity, assumed I was deserting her too.
"Nothing like that, Ma!" declared I. " He and I were always connected. I just didn't know."
She pursed her lips and her eyes froze. More walls.

She is healing. Melting. It is evident everyday.
I will take a bullet to defend her any day. Yet I know that
there will be a day she will have to accept that I cannot dwell forever in a prism of maternal affection.
When I look at her face, I see painful, joyous, independent, obstinacy.
I see a Jonah. I see a Saul.
I trust her fearlessness.
And by that alone I know she will exchange her walls, to Water.

Until then, I wait; for the breeze.

(c) Anu Madhubhashinie