I jotted this down February 17 and thought a few of you mothers could probably relate. I am miles away from this moment, but the emotion is as familiar as yesterday.
My soul hurts to the bone.
Tired and the day is only half done.
My muscles ache from the lifting,
The weight of Motherhood bears down on my chest,
sucking the air out of my being.
I feel pulled in so many pieces
I wouldn't know how to put myself back together.
Ridden hard and put away wet.
Yearning for silence ...
a breath of peace,
a moment to pull the pieces together
and let the glue dry.
Still. Serene. At One.