Motherhood

John Sarah

Tiny clothes, shoes, diapers, I thought I had this thing called motherhood mapped out I thought my childbirth would be smooth But the roadblocks I encountered are a story for another day Coming home with my tiny bundle of joy I never thought of the lonely sleepless nights Colicky cries, breastfeeding was the worst of all The adverse effect they would have on me Frustrations were many from "well-meaning" folks Their opinions abundant on anything and everything I was doing wrong They made me feel weak, inadequate in every way and the worst mother ever Isolating myself in the safety of my room, exhausted, slowly loosing it The person who was to protect me from this Was the one feeding the hungry ears Their tongues wagged, words became vile Sinking deeper and deeper in this abyss Feeling numb, no pleasure in motherhood Slowly loosing the battle and letting darkness engulf me Getting professional help was the only way out my mum said Medicine prescribed, I said fuck their advice and opinions Cradling my baby, swaying her side to side I chose sanity, I chose life, I chose my baby My pride, the daughter of my youth

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