Instinct

Responds

To

Maternal

Qualities

So I’m

Told

 

I

Feel

Nothing

 

I

Need

To

Fight

 

Seek

To

Appeal

On

The

Wrong

And

The

Right

 

No choice

Between

Maternal

And

Paternal

 

Despite

The

Fullest

Serving

Plate

 

Cries

Penetrate

Reverberate

Reiterate

 

In

My arms

I pick

Up and

I run

 

Your honour

I do not

Fear

Your

Judgement

Or 

Sentence

 

Their

Whispers

And 

Stares

Are

Punishment

Enough

 

I paused

For too

Long

On the

Top

Stair

And 

Asked

Myself

Should I

hold

Or 

Let go?