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Daily Deviation
November 20, 2015
Motherhood by childwoman is an honest and compelling piece of introspection that submits a counter-intuitive point of view.
Featured by LiliWrites
Literature Text
Maybe I'm just worried that my carelessness
Will follow me into motherhood -
The way I dented my boss's truck when I was 18
And then lied about it
Might mean that when the bough breaks
And I fail, inevitably, to catch the cradle
Lying won't be enough
But it will be all that I can think to do
Maybe I'm worried that the worst in me
Will become the worst in my child
The way I lose my temper with you for no reason
And then blame you
Might mean that when I show my love through a sharp tongue
And I fail, inevitably, to realise the damage done
Apologies won't be enough
But they will be all that I have left to try
Maybe I'm just worried that my love for you
Will be sacrificed to our love for a baby
And that there'll be nothing else -
Will that mean that we have died
And only a new life survives in ashes
Maybe it's not enough
But maybe that will be everything
I'm sorry
Will follow me into motherhood -
The way I dented my boss's truck when I was 18
And then lied about it
Might mean that when the bough breaks
And I fail, inevitably, to catch the cradle
Lying won't be enough
But it will be all that I can think to do
Maybe I'm worried that the worst in me
Will become the worst in my child
The way I lose my temper with you for no reason
And then blame you
Might mean that when I show my love through a sharp tongue
And I fail, inevitably, to realise the damage done
Apologies won't be enough
But they will be all that I have left to try
Maybe I'm just worried that my love for you
Will be sacrificed to our love for a baby
And that there'll be nothing else -
Will that mean that we have died
And only a new life survives in ashes
Maybe it's not enough
But maybe that will be everything
I'm sorry
Literature
lunacy.
what the moon teaches us is
no one exists as a constant.
some days you will orbit elsewhere.
the angles of light that
make up the shadows of you
will keep moving.
it is the same with the ocean
and how it does not meet
the shore the same each time:
some days it will come crashing,
eroding: or it comes back to kiss
its edges over and over
there are some days i am more
of a tsunami. there will be days
you will be eclipsed.
and i don't mind this. the moon is
up in the sky but the ocean still feels
the weight of its pull, always.
i want to drown in the
push and pull of your gravity
in all the ways that's possible.
i could get used to the
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Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
Literature
Wings of Hope
intuition bird, sing bright the dawn
as blooming secrets
fall soft on mosaic stones;
our gentle vines creep wild as wind,
a wandering metamorphosis:
winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,
summer wings twinged and falling into flowers
before reinventing destiny
harmony garden, keep parched and persevering;
this world will stop one day
to water the seeds
with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--
for now, nature watches quiet
as sun-dust butterflies
collect drifting souls like wishing stars
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Edit November 2015: Thank you so much for the DD (Lili, again!) and all of the lovely comments. I can't reply to them all to thank you all, but I've read them and it really warms my heart to know that something I wrote resonated so much with so many of you. Thank you for sharing of yourselves with me in the comments, and thank you for the favs and the watches and all the rest. It gives me warm fuzzies.
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Wow. Just wow. I got chills from reading that!
I'm not really a poem type but this really got to me, nice work
I'm not really a poem type but this really got to me, nice work