Blood, Sweat, Tears

Fragments of memories of things past
Heavy like a million rocks on a shore getting pounded by the waves Yet beautiful still
Blinded by the sun
the heat on my shoulders
my eyelids burning
the sweetness and the rage
How do I hold them
They sit on my chest like a weighted blanket
Am I a bad mother
With a heart so full of love
Broken heart-shaped pieces
Passed down from generations
Are they stones or are they seeds
Can scars become something new
Something useful
Like weeds coming through cracks in the cement
If I offer up my wounds and my weakness
Will they give me something beautiful in return