Evolution moves slow and steady.
I once believed I could clear wounds enough to transcend my upbringing—
To not be my mother.
What cleared are protections that made me function and survive.
My daughter said to me: I like seeing you struggle—
A once controlled and efficient mother now stumbles a bit.
Bring on the staggering
And the unease of failing
And seeing the apple does not fall far from the tree.
It is true some improvements were made
Maybe I'll see more as I age
But for now I acknowledge evolution is slow
And at least it is steady.
For we are not efficient machines
We are human with hearts and needs
We store treasures from ancestors and thieves.
~Nikki, The Soul Reporter