They said when our eyes first met I’d fall completely in love. When I looked at you I felt a love I hadn’t known before. I didn’t feel euphoric like they made it out to be. I felt curious and protective of my new baby. What they didn’t say was that the love would take on new forms. Each day it would grow just like the baby the love would hold. I was scared of myself as a brand new mom. Because I didn’t feel the ways they said I would I thought I was doi

A poem about why it’s so hard to land after you’ve already crashed. They tell me I circle like a chopper that I never fully land they ask me if I know how nice it would feel to let my skids hit the ground. I ask them if they know what it’s like to fly? Have they felt the rushof going full speed? Do they know what it’s like trying not to hit the trees? Have they actually hit one I’d ask. Have they felt the force of crashing looked up at the ruins inhaled so much smoke they cou

They handed me you and I thought I knew because you were something I grew. Turns out, I didn’t know you at all. I thought I was your teacher you became mine too. Just look at how much we’ve both grown through. Your smile stretches something wide in me. But your tears they wake fears I can’t ignore. I thought I knew anger I didn’t not until I knew what I would give up to protect you. If it meant sparing you even a moment of pain, I would take every ounce of it even the shame.

A poem about making room for yourself within motherhood. A good mother is a martyr she learns not to feel the thorns as they cut her. So, on the outside, she is a rose a beautiful picture of what it means to love unconditionally. I became a martyr until the sacrifice was myself. I'd catch glimpses in the mirror, but I wasn't in it. I saw tired eyes fear, shame and someone I barely recognized. I had shrunken beneath the weight of society’s advice. I had to step back so I could