God Damn you Yoni Witch!
With my insistence, you have been birthed
And now you tear our family as we know it apart.
My pain is your pleasure,
Your contraction is my comfort and security.
Our current container serves me well,
Yet it clips your wings.
Your Expansion threatens my very existence
As my ego identifies with “us.”
Your deepest desires, now just bubbling to the surface
Hidden beneath decades of pleasing others.
My Highest Self desires for your soul to shine.
Yet my heart breaks.
Shall I ever gaze upon your full glory with my own eyes?
Perhaps I shall witness your reclaimed power through our daughter.
I wish you were happy with our family,
Discontentment fills the empty spaces of your heart,
Which seeketh to fully express itself.