Today I had this urge to crawl back into my mother’s womb. Where it’s safe and warm. Where the only thing I know is her heartbeat. Where all I know is her. The only one I play with is her; taking my nimble little fingers and toes and caressing her from the inside, and softly kicking her as I grow.

Today I had this urge to go back to the time where I would hear my father’s deep-set voice, glorious laughter, and encouraging words. Back to where when I would kick and punch my mom, his protective hands would be on the other side, connecting with me.

Today I want to go back to the place my Creator put my, under her protection and as a piece of his heart. She’s a warrior, my mother is. And my father, well he’s the bravest knight of them all.

Oh, how it would feel to go back there again. In darkness and solitude and love.