We begin as daughters and sons
Wounded by our mothers
Victims of violations, betrayed
If we touch this, we know how difficult deep work really is
We rebel, we rage, we plead, we cry
We struggle toward forgiveness
But it is elusive
Deeper
And we glimpse that we too were mothers – before
We inflicted wounds on our children
We feel shame, guilt and horror
We see how as daughters and sons we are actually raging against ourselves as mothers
We expand into embracing both
We know the the long line of wounded mothers and daughters and sons
And forgiveness moves closer