did you know, she said, that i have been so hungry for so long, from birth, i think, that i have fed all the soft parts of me to a hundred, maybe more, and it is never enough when the light breaks, and i am never enough, and only one of us leaves with a full belly and it is never me.
it is never me who knows what it feels like to be enough, to be just right and not too much, or too little, and i don’t know how to get all my pieces back, how do i find myself again, and my heart needs them back, because these holes are too big now and the wind blows right through them, and late at night, when all those people are walking through my head with their hungry bellies and their dirty feet, i can’t sleep for the sound of the wind weeping through those holes, my holes, and right through me, and perhaps it is me, i don’t know anymore…
and all i could say was, i know.
i know.
me too.
— elizabeth.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
Photograph by Dominika Roseclay.
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Oh, I wonder how many women, how many mothers especially feel exactly like this?! 🌸 Close to all of them, I would wager.
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Absolutely.
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It is early Sinday morning. My favorite day to search slowly and find food for this mind and heart. Repetive words to uou of gratitudd. You write what I cannot presently write. Thank you for the hand of yours words that calls me breath by breath, back to my source of expression.
Gentle, pudding soft love to your heart and pen.
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Thank you so much, dear Alix.
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It is early Sinday morning. My favorite day to search slowly and find food for this mind and heart. Repetive words to you of gratitude. You write what I cannot presently write. Thank you for the hand of yours words that calls me breath by breath, back to my source of expression.
Gentle, pudding soft love to your heart and pen.
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You are so welcome, dear Alix! Thank you for reading my words.
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