Mother Wound

When I start to feel that pit in my stomach I look at it And think of you I had ink engraved Into my arm To signify Your meaning To me You were gone too soon Your life Hit me like shards Of glass And at the end All I could Do…

فَلَمَّا وَضَعَتْهَا قَالَتْ رَبِّ إِنِّى وَضَعْتُهَآ أُنثَىٰ وَٱللَّهُ أَعْلَمُ بِمَا وَضَعَتْ وَلَيْسَ ٱلذَّكَرُ كَٱلْأُنثَىٰ ۖ وَإِنِّى سَمَّيْتُهَا مَرْيَمَ وَإِنِّىٓ أُعِيذُهَا بِكَ وَذُرِّيَّتَهَا مِنَ ٱلشَّيْطَـٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ “So when she delivered, she said, ‘My Lord! I have given birth to a girl,’ — and Allah fully knew what she had delivered —…

To the mothers stuck in shadows of their mothers — It was all that you knew. It was all that you could do At the time. We clung To each other like wildfire, And fire was how you translated Your love for me. You were possessed with the notion That we had to try. Try To thin out our being So inordinately to…

Mother wounds & the effect of childhood abuse — Introduction: In my previous stories, I told about the childhood abuse that I went through. It is a whole new season for me now where I get to receive new puzzle pieces to understand the effects of certain kinds of abuse. I want to talk about the ‘mother wounds’. And…

I do what I do for motherkind. I am not actually clear on what I mean by that or if I believe myself. There has been in me a kind of mother for as long as I can remember, being born to a woman who was in some way also…