There are three kinds of babies in my life right now; babies that make me happy, babies that make me miserable, and possible babies that aren’t around yet. I’m reached an age at which the people I spend time with are spawning. We’re all in our 30s and they’re settling down. Being this age also…
Tag: Motherhood
We smiled together
In this snippet of a story We sat on grass in sunlight and it warmed your face and skin just like mine The shadows fell in the same places, the corners of your eyes tired and more weathered but still so much like mine And we smiled together then for the thousandth time your memories…
Mother’s day: Attachment
My relationship with my mum, like everyone’s, is complicated. So all the mother’s day propaganda has been irritating me in the past week. I hate these commercial holidays at the best of times, with the saccharine advertising and the hyper real happiness of the stereotypical families they force down our throats. At the moment, when…
Pinks and ribbons
Days we’re taught synthetic warmth to demonstrate with pinks and ribbons of nauseous tradition and only love. With simple smiles that sweep aside the raw, the real the breathing close to hurt and feel That hate and love. These days ignore the push and pull of strident self or bonds that hold, in sticky silence…
Failed again
I’ve got a confession to make. I self-harmed last night. I cut myself. Not just a little bit, I cut myself fifteen times. I had a phone conversation with my mum and that brought on the compulsion. It wasn’t a horrible call. We talked about everyday stuff and laughed together. It was easy and it felt…
Life: The first chapter
Suspended, I wait in the warmth. There were two before me, but I don’t know about them yet. I’m oblivious to all that chaos, that exhilarating danger that comes with being. I’m brand new, yet I already possess a world of hope and promise. A stark contrast from the devastating arrivals that came first, mine…
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