Optimism

I don't want to be here. This place, my soul hates, this void of existence....but here I am. People talk from the outside about who I should be, who I am, the next moves I should make in this existence that is my life. What do they know? This place is a place of pain, … Continue reading Optimism

Adoration

I'm sitting in a quiet room, baby in my arms. Soft and warm, nuzzled tightly to my chest breathing in. Tiny sighs and squeaks eek out occasionally as lips move to reflexive smile or the impulse to nurse though his mouth is empty. He sleeps and I adore him. My husband lies across the room still, … Continue reading Adoration