i lost mine
as a little girl
than found it
three times in love

one, when you and i met,
two, when he was born,
three, when i lifted up
his brother from between my thighs
and he landed
cheek to chest

their need for a home
brought me back to mine
in my heart
in my body
a glimpse of self

mirror, mirror on the wall
save me when i fall
and i slip back into
unworthiness,
loneliness and despair,
when my fear
of losing direction
strays me from what i need
‘a sense of self’

– M.o.M

 

Gepost door:Daphny Griffioen

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