Fear leads to hesitation, leads to confusion, leads to doubt, leads to pain, leads to the soul not getting anywhere. Fear is how I would define my first few weeks in this land I am beginning to call my home.
Days were as bright as they could possibly be, but the heart cowered despite the light, holding on seemed like a wasted fight. As the mess spread its gangly web, the in and out of the muted breath started to resemble a smashed up turbine.
Have you ever wondered why the women with swollen bellies breath in out and like their lives depend on it? Because it truly does.
From the fiery throngs of pain comes life and for it to step into the light, all one needs to do is inhale and exhale…
I gasp and grasp; and then like whiskers of morning light, the ache starts to subside.