Mother in me- Journal Entry 02/08/24

I mourn for the little girl I stare at in this photograph.

For the sadness she endured as a child.

For the anger and fear and feelings of needing safety and not having it.

I mourn for this little girl who has grown up in spaces that didn't fit her.

Who has allowed time and time again for others to manipulate, lie to, and mistreat her.

I mourn for the little girl in this photograph who has always just wanted to be told the truth, to be held with love and admiration.

A little girl who just wants to be seen and understood.

I mourn for the little girl who was tricked into believing big lies and all the little lies that went along with it.

For the love she thought she had finally found... only to be an illusion.

I mourn for the constant collapse of her world, over and over again.

But every time this little girl falls apart, the mother inside of me begins to glow.

The mother inside of me yearns to hold this little girl close and tell her she is safe in these arms.

That it is ok to settle her little head down and rest.

That it is time for mother to keep her safe.

Thank you to the Mother in me.

May we all one day, become our own mothers...

one way or another.

csh.