Memos from the Middle

Smack-Dab in the Middle of Motherhood


i know you hear me

struggling at the door

motion sick and heavy

uncertainty laces my thoughts

undoing conviction and binding my hands

steadfastly to emptiness

i pray for release

seemingly to no avail

i grapple with the thought of me

better and different

so much hard work

little validation

and worse

few soldiers

taking up the charge with me

i look around

stationed on an island

of loneliness

a great chasm

of woe

engulfing my spirit

changing me

from the outside in

goading me to let go

I know you hear me



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