Maternal Instincts

I look to you. 

You’re supposed to guide me, support me. 

I am like a girl in a desert—

All I see is scorching golden sand for miles,

Or tumbleweeds, as a breeze determines their paths.

No matter how long I search for a water source, there is nothing.

I look to you.

Like a bright pink lantana, I continue to grow.

Despite the months of drought, I grow.

But you don’t care. 

A small armadillo lizard patiently waits for rain. 

Any sign of a fluffy cloud in the sky. 

That day never arrives. 

Yet it still waits.

And I still look to you.