Brave Moon Sings or The Wound is a Window

I told her we all want to love our parents, it's built in like nursing kittens finding their mother's milk, like a plant on the windowsill growing toward the sun. I told her we all have a magnificent gift, it is so magnificent that we want to give it to our parents, and our parents sometimes want to steal it, but it's never okay it's not even possible. I told her the gift is for her. I told her how much work it will take to regain her gift, she will bloody her knuckles and freeze her toes but it will be worth it. I told her she is a courageous warrior telling her story and singing her songs, her gift will free others struggling to be free.