I would have kept this in my heavy thoughts,
sighing as usual, smiling at the moments
that have passed, but didn’t go unnoticed.
but here am I pounding my precious stones
into fine gems that embellish my page tonight.
It is poetry again, and a story sung from my heart.
Recently, my writings have been inked with this
open knowledge—motherhood is sacred and so
is childhood pure—as I journal my experiences
into random and intentional poems, chronicling
my pains and joys, and precious moments I share
with my most precious humans. Redefining care,
relearning love, healing some, breaking down,
running with visions, and simply becoming…
I have written of myself so deeply lately,
ignoring stereotypes that so easily beset us,
breathing in my own words at every awakening,
and just taking in the Word to become so alive,
becoming truly whole and thus fully transformed.
Sometimes, all the encouragement and healing we need is to breathe in our own very words.
I love that idea of internal transformation
Oh, yes!
Thank you for finding this piece relatable and impactful, sir.
Thanks for taking the courage to do this. Many atimes, people has similar experiences and can only learn from others shared experience.
That’s right. Life is an ever-learning experience.
Thank you for checking this out, sis. 💕