all
the tears
of my
foremothers,
spill
hot
relief
onto the pages
that i write.
i weep in ink.
— on why i write.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
These last few weeks (on social media) have been really hard.
I have wanted to cut myself off.
From the anger.
From the heartache of women who remain, unbelieved.
I have, instead, decided to write even more transparently — even more bluntly, than ever before.
There are women, who share my DNA and those who are my sisters by the sharing of hearts, and wombs and fears — women not known to me, but whose stories share the same ancient refrain.
Whose voices need to be heard — need to be honoured.
This, is why I write.
