The Essence Of Who I Am

When I gave birth on that surgery table
I awoke a new person
I had died there and had no idea what had happened
Every day
People treated me the same
But I was not even close to the same women
Was I even human
I cried every night
Had postpartum depression
It found me on my doorstep one night
Haunted by my lonely dispisiton
It carried me inside
and told me I wasn’t crazy
This was only a small notion
Then, a few weeks later, he climbed out of the window
And I realized I had also been birthed into this world
I read my old diary to dig up the memories that were still hidden
I went to busy coffee shops
Until I lost and found myself again
In the end, I am a new person
I’m not who I was before
And it’s not just because of the trauma
But because as a mother you have to die and then come back alive again
M.A.P

©️ 2023