“dear mom i know you worry about the way i worry i know there are walls in placewhere rivers want to flow i know it feels like there is a clenched fist beating beneath your chest sometimes but i can hold your heart just as you have held my hand and maybe we will both unfurl and maybe we will both blossom beneath all this sunlight.” FamilyMomDaughter Book:When You Ask Me Where I'm Going: Young Adult Prose Poetry on Trauma, Feminism, and Empowerment Source: When You Ask Me Where I'm Going: Young Adult Prose Poetry on Trauma, Feminism, and Empowerment