The Essence Of Who I Am

Motherhood is like an Ocean

Throwing you around

Sick of the motion

Some days you are surfing on the waves

Others you are just being torn down

Stuck in the haze

But one day 

You’ll crawl out of the water

And sit on the beach

Missing the laughter

And you’ll miss every moment 

Where there was water instead of sand 

Under your feet

It might be hard now

But I promise you won’t ever miss the land

MAP

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