In the Seam 

The days are stitched together, lost in the seam filled with diapers, napping and breasts. I try to capture each moment and make it last while my thoughts repeat, “This too shall pass.”

My eyes are burning yet, I can’t stop staring and professing how beautiful he is. I cry out in love and in pain. I’m an emotional wreck – balanced in the worst way. 

I feel like a goddess, full of liquid gold, voluptuous and glowing. But on the other side of the mirror, I sit naked and raw, a battered piece of meat, my little cub nibbles and tears at it. 

I forgot what it felt like to be needed in this way…