Floundering In Motherhood

A Bittersweet Evolution

Much time was spent

floundering within the role of motherhood.

Squelching urgent desires to fade into

a traceless chasm.

Pursuing an altered state

free of emotional anguish or suffering.

The inequalities that choke

those bound to accommodate

the needs of others

became unbearably intense.

Retreating inward appeared

as the only viable option for survival.

Until the urge to erupt

was felt with a fury

endangering the soul and

splintering the heart.

A shift,

an altered rapport emerged

which transcended obligation.

It was something distinct,

rooted in experience.

A recognition that alliances

obscured but external pressures

made it impossible to feel

the genuine evolution

until time passed.

Eventually those floundering wings

began to fly.

It was bittersweet.