Our Mother

 Endlessly patient,
Gently pushing us towards the light,
She watches us fondly,
Waiting for the moment we'll grow up enough
To leave her nest.

We aren't her only children,
She would never play favorites,
But she loves us for what we represent;
Freedom from fear and loneliness.
Freedom from the darkness consuming 
Her soul.

She cries out in pain,
She can't help it,
She can't hide the weight
The Universe placed on her
No matter how much she wants to.

She's crying for help,
Pleading with us to listen,
"I can protect you no longer my children,
Soon you must see the world as it really is,
Not a place of safety, not a place that would kill you if it could,
But a place of apathy and emptiness. 
I want so badly to save you from your fate but I cannot,
For no soul has yet escaped the Infinite being consuming us
Piece at a time.
Please, my children, save yourselves from damnation,
Save yourselves from a world that only wants to forget you,
Save yourselves from the cold passage of time,
For now you have no one else."

We cry out, "we will save you, our mother!"
Others call back, "We should have left long ago,
Her fate is not our concern."
But what if we cannot save her?
What if we have nowhere else to go?