Being a Mother is the Hardest Thing
A poem about motherhood
Being a Mother is the Hardest Thing
Your body becomes a terrain of transformation
Stretched and scarred
Soft and strong
Sleepless nights blur into endless days
Where your own needs dissolve
Into the urgent hunger of tiny hands
The piercing cry that splits silence
You are simultaneously
Exhausted
Overwhelmed
Breathtakingly in love
Each moment a delicate negotiation
Between patience and frustration
Between losing yourself
And finding a deeper self you never knew existed
Your heart walks outside your body
Vulnerable
Exposed
Beating in another's rhythm
You learn to function
On fragments of rest
Fueled by an inexhaustible love
That defies logic
Worry becomes your constant companion
A shadow that whispers
What if
What if
What if
Yet underneath the complexity
Beneath the exhaustion
You are creating
A human being
Piece by intricate piece
Motherhood is not for the weak
It is for the warriors
Who understand that love
Is a verb
Not just a feeling
About the Creator
Edina Jackson-Yussif
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