Endometriosis

 Oh, this misery of a Mother.

This woman of the sun who quietly shrivels in on herself to feel the suffering of her people.

The sun is a red bloom aflame, preparing the body for forced fatigue.

Daughters of She suffer the isolation of what pain can bring. 

She stands in a glory of green palm fronds delicately twisting under the weight of air.

Still she rises like a woman in flight.

Feeling the warmth of wind and attenuating through shear will of freedom.