A Mother’s Love

I fought with heaven,

I bargained with earth,

to bring you here,

to breathe you alive.

My womb was a battlefield,

my body an altar,

my tears a river

carving your name in stone.

And yet—

the one who should have sheltered you

became the storm.

The one who should have blessed you

built a cage of shadows.

They tried to erase me from your eyes,

to steal my reflection from your heart,

to bind you with strings of silence

woven from lies.

But love is not so easily undone.

Not this love.

Not a mother’s love.

It is fire hidden in lullabies,

iron wrapped in tenderness,

a shield disguised as skin.

I have carried you through others’ judgment,

through eyes that pierced instead of seeing,

through voices sharp with poison,

through betrayals cold as stone.

Still I rise.

Still I reach.

Still I fight.

For you I climb a hundred walls,

for you I walk through a thousand storms,

for you I break every chain

that dares to bind your light.

And one day—

when the fog has lifted,

when truth flows freely in your breath,

you will see with open eyes:

That I never stopped.

That I never left.

That I was always the arms

behind the veil of shadows.

A mother’s love is not surrender.

It is a river that cuts through stone.

It is a sun that refuses to set.

It is victory, written in your name.

”A mother’s love is the thread that cannot be cut,

no matter how many hands try to sever it.”—

I am Gina Muresan