by amba | Jun 9, 2022 | abuse, trauma
I never know why the memories come but they do once in awhile and they are so vivid I can see his face the brown green of his eyes and I can’t shake them and then as I blink I can see my baby’s eyes warm and brown adoring and trusting and I can’t shake that either and...
by amba | Jun 5, 2022 | crone, Healing, life
I have started being honest about life and putting lids on the boxes of possibility accepting them with lids closed and sealed because I see where the journey has taken me not far from where I began and the adventures I may have still tickled and teased need to be put...
by amba | Apr 21, 2022 | mother wound
If you have a question ask me before I die don’t spend your life wondering collecting questions I can’t answer from the grave
by amba | Apr 17, 2022 | mother wound
Anger An uncomfortable feeling I think it was uncomfortable for you You never showed anger Not in my memory I don’t think you knew how And so I was never taught No raised voices, no angry words even today I do not get angry even when the trespass is deserving of anger...
by amba | Apr 17, 2022 | Love, Ukraine
He stared at her long and hard memorizing each feature each line on her face and he kissed her goodbye to go join the others to protect them all knowing he would never see her again
