“I’m Not Going Anywhere”

As my lifeless body used, beaten, and abused lay on the ground, my mind is working overtime wondering how I can fix this. 

I feel rain hitting my face, but my body does not feel wet. I peek open my eyes and start to make out the face of a woman. 

As I begin to focus on her, I notice it is her tears hitting my face. 

Tears falling from her troubled and pained face. 

I start to wonder what could have happened to her. 

I see her lips moving like she is talking to someone but no words are coming out or if they are I am not hearing them. 

She sees me waking and her face beams with light and I realize as she draws me closer that I am wrapped in her embrace. 

Could it have been me that was making her heart so sad? 

I see her lips moving again, but this time I hear her tell a creature, a beautiful creature I had never seen before,

“Go and get my son, his daughter is here at last.” 

As she waved the creature off, I thought she was rising to leave me and continue on her journey. 

My body tenses as it prepares to shift from the softness and warmness of her embrace to the cold, hard ground. 

She looks down at my panicking with a beautiful motherly reassurance and pulls me in closer than before. 

She kisses my forehead and puts her head to mine as she says, 

“Child, I’m not going anywhere.”