Flesh, Sass, and Tears

There is a woman still inside you

Made of flesh and sass and tears

That isn't gone,

Or even banished.

She lives and breathes

In the moments

Between the chaotic bursts of life

That are called motherhood.

Between wiping asses and

Deep breathing,

You exist.

Not nurturing who you are

Will only stifle your dreams

And make you resent everyone

And everything.

Don't do this to her.

To you.

Recognize instead

That you are one.