I used to be a woman, peaceful, patient, made of lush, fertile soil.
You could build a home upon and live a long, happy life.
I was never one to let anger win.
I used to swallow frustration without even tasting it.
Then I became a mother.
and I lost sleep and I lost myself and I made precious life while molten hot lava bubbled up in my core.
Now I put my baby to sleep in her perfect pink crib and then slam the bathroom door, letting tears scorch my eyes and erode my cheeks.
until I am all fire and fury, until I hardly recognize the figure standing in the wreckage.
The feeling burns hot in my chest and hotter off my tongue while guilt settles like ash onto the shoulders of those I love.
I feel love so fiercely now it hurts.
I feel everything more fiercely now.
I would burn the whole world to the ground for my baby if I had to.
And somewhere, buried under the rubble, lays the peaceful woman I once was.
And upstairs, in a perfect pink crib, lays the reason I will never be her again.
Yeah.
Yeah, that was profound.
Yeah.
And powerful.
And touched on so many layers.
Yeah.
I used to be a woman, peaceful, patient, made of lush, fertile soil.
You could build a home upon and live a long, happy life.
I was never one to let anger win.
I used to swallow frustration without even tasting it.
Then I became a mother.
and I lost sleep and I lost myself and I made precious life while molten hot lava bubbled up in my core.
Now I put my baby to sleep in her perfect pink crib and then slam the bathroom door, letting tears scorch my eyes and erode my cheeks.
until I am all fire and fury, until I hardly recognize the figure standing in the wreckage.
The feeling burns hot in my chest and hotter off my tongue while guilt settles like ash onto the shoulders of those I love.
I feel love so fiercely now it hurts.
I feel everything more fiercely now.
I would burn the whole world to the ground for my baby if I had to.
And somewhere, buried under the rubble, lays the peaceful woman I once was.
And upstairs, in a perfect pink crib, lays the reason I will never be her again.
Yeah.
Yeah, that was profound.
Yeah.
And powerful.
And touched on so many layers.
Yeah.
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