I don’t want to be strong anymore.
I want to break down and howl.
I want to be irrational, emotional.
I want to go back on all the wise, thoughtful, logical
decisions.
I just want to keep my child close to me.
So many years ago, the doctor cut off a cord, so that she
could become her own self.
It hurts just like that today;
Cutting off yet another cord, and I can’t even cry out with
pain
because I have to be a mother first.
Can I do it?
Maybe yes,
because she needs me to smile.
