I still do not know how this part of my own story unfolds. Whether I will be mother to children that I bear myself seems small in comparison to the realization that at a time when the world seems so fractured.
And isn’t it ironic, that all this time I couldn’t give you what it was that I had asked for? But believe me, I am listening now. And I’m sorry for targeting you as the one who caused my heart to spill blood.
I saw where I’d been holding myself back, and how I’d been holding back since I was a child. “Let the adults do it”, they’d say. So never did I try. I got comfortable watching. I looked away when things seemed too challenging.