Welcome to Moody Monday, mamas, where I let my mood dictate what I write. Today, I felt like sharing a poem that I have previously written. I wrote this a few months after I lost my dad.
Sitting here, waiting for my dad to appear to tell me everything’s alright and to not give up the fight, wishful thinking. Thinking back, about all of the things that I thought I lacked but just never knew I had, hard lessons. The hurt, my recent suffering is burning and wanting more of me, current events. The truth that I see right in front of me but I’m having difficulty embracing, growing pains. Being blind all this time and wanting something that was never really mine, full acceptance. Realizing that I am the hero of my story, and no longer need a male figure to save me, life -changing. Progressing even when progression was inevitable, to reach the next level to achieve the unbelievable, stubborn determination. The strength that was given to me from the pain and sweat of my ancestors’ brow, an epiphany, that I will hold onto and move in a way that will make them proud, somehow.
Stay tuned for next week’s Moody Monday