Quiet forgiveness

Not a moment goes by that I do not remember, but more things I have learn than in this past December.

Double the emotional processing and my body remembers years of buried trauma.

Cautious still but less on the defense, moments of surrender feel

Like this,

Seen, taunted but calm

Loved, feeling raw and nurtured

I allow

This

Flow

Peace

Mattress catch me

My weightless frame melts into the memory foam beneath

Free from screens and social tendencies

It's me, you and these sheets

Nothing to defeat.

Just movement of icy cold feet.

Baby stirs

My wonderous moments of motherhood

Blessed and tired

Admired and finally

Wired to live to breath and love