I have come to love
another country,
that which was not
mine,
is truly mine

I have come to lose
what I love
and love
what I lost

You should never go
back to
what you left,
people say

You should always
move forwards

Are we not moving
all the time though?

Backwards, forwards,
upwards, downwards,
sideways,
diagonally,
round and round,
in a 
spiral we are
trying to grasp,
or not,
called life?
Is it not just to 
be lived?

It should not feel 
like punishment,
a heartstring
mother of all
told me.

Sacred Fierceness,
she is.

It does.
This feels
like
punishment.

So leave, my love,
leave.
Touch down
to bounce up.

Sisterhood,
all that matters.
Always.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025