March 16th

The little child inside her

always seemed to want relief.

By March 16th, she desperately wanted the restrictions to be gone,

to not be limited,

to feel free.

But she knew she was a piece of the puzzle,

a part of the weave of webs that give life

into the flows of this web she calls home.

She knew instead it was time to breathe,

to learn to ease into the space that is given for now.

And to tell the little child,

hush, I’ll reward you really good next time.

She felt a touch of transcendence,

to be able to suppress the urges the little child had always pushed.