"Nothing can prepare you for motherhood." That's probably the truest statement I've ever heard. I was so beyond unprepared on so many levels that nearly seven years in, I still find myself reeling. I love my children, but I am still in mourning for so many things wiped away by their entrance to this world, my body and mind not least among these. Here's a little Twitterpation (my new label for verses set down first on social media) on these laments.
Oh, baby
You’ve hurt me so
Most people will never know
The hidden scars
That run so deep
The years of nights
Without sleep
You slumber and play
Ignorant bliss
I hold back tears
Your brow to kiss
The middle soft
The endings hard
My restless soul
This mind you charred
A wicked tear
The loss of hair
Unburdened mind
You never care
What you wreaked
On this poor vessel
Resentful thoughts
I fight to wrestle
To the ground
It’s not your fault
You never sought
To be born
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