I became her because I didn’t see her in my home. Mosaic? I am one. Proud of us who have become this woman but I don’t want anyone who mistake how I got here. What a beautiful poem.
Thank you for seeing me. It’s challenging, exhausting and demoralizing to go through life day after day and only be accepted if I fake it. I can be who they want me to be if I pretend to be someone who has never been harmed, that is what makes them feel safe.
I became her because I didn’t see her in my home. Mosaic? I am one. Proud of us who have become this woman but I don’t want anyone who mistake how I got here. What a beautiful poem.
gave me goose bumps "fragility hiding in cracks of broken promises."... thank you for offering words to this experience!!
Thank you for seeing me. It’s challenging, exhausting and demoralizing to go through life day after day and only be accepted if I fake it. I can be who they want me to be if I pretend to be someone who has never been harmed, that is what makes them feel safe.
Your poem immediately brought the art of kintsugi to mind and heart... The love in the cracks are gold