The tragedy of not being able to conceive is a heavy weight for those forced to carry that burden. Even the possibility of being brought back to death will never extinguish the fire of motherhood deep inside me.
I think about those who can’t think about me and I can barely keep my head out of water. I feel this flood begin to wear against me and all I can do is pray. I pray that I can see the light and the ill will of others won’t pentrate me. I see who they are and I am aware of where they have been their indesiveness will never phase me.
I became fixated on my grey hair today. Not because I am scared of getting old or think I am less beautiful for them. Just as I was rushing past the mirror with my son wrapped inside his towel I was reminded just how fast life seems to be. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought about this moment and how quick it will come to past.
What makes us like that? Ravenous to feed and destroy everybody we can. There is no diplomacy just jealous faces and evil hearts. I hate who we have become. There is no sisterhood bond to destroy the evil intentions. We jump on to the next passing ship that promises immediate gratification and endless compliments to feed our evil ways
There is nothing as terrifying as a woman scorned. Nothing lingers longer in the air either. You can always tell which two birds have had a fight cuz never again will their feathers settle the same way again. They will become quick to outburst while crying tears of “oh poor me” never letter their guard down for a second.
The creation of life is nothing short of a miracle yet we never identify it as being such a way. Think about it. Where once there was nothing there now grows somebody with limitless potential and faith. We grow another being safe inside our womb almost like magic beginning to create.
We shouldn’t gravitate towards another’s pain, anguish or heartbreak. We are drawn to it in ways that makes us run towards it like a moth to a flame. Sometimes in life though the flame will combust so that everyone can see.
So where do we live if the past makes us sad and our future makes us anxious. Can we live in the moment, under lockdown without going crazy?
Imagine how it would feel to be living on the other side. Forget your friends beside you I am asking you to own your thinking and free will. Instead of being weak and controlled by others stand tall and feel what’s right. You have to imagine a life where you are hunted by those that believe are superior to you.
What will happen to us when we fill ourselves up with superficial emotions and nothing that could possibly withstand the hands of time? What is it that we are all searching for that keeps us miserable and unhappy?