Stop already. Stop thinking you are less than,
stop saying your dreams don’t matter, your desire
will wait. Stop burying your muse under the mattress.
Stop believing that you are damaged, you can carry
the weight and therefore you should though you long
to be light, to be en-lightened, to walk in sunlight.
Stop making yourself small so others feel okay
in their smallness. Climb the sycamore tree
in the ravine, take the kids to India, allow yourself
to make love to whomever, whenever, wherever. Stop listening
to the fears that disquise themselves as wisdom.
Stop keeping your silence when you know what you want
from the world. If this person won’t listen
stop giving away your time and speak up
until you find the ones who hear you, who
want you to say more. Stop thinking
that being a mother means you can’t.
Stop limiting, stop regretting, stop wishing.
Stop thinking you are not enough. Stop already.
You are everything you’ve ever dreamed of.