by amba | Jan 19, 2022 | Healing, mother wound, trauma
The question was Who am I? I am the child you carried unwanted I am your daughter a burden I am your mistake a secret to hide I am alive a reminder til death No I am a force to be reckoned with strong I am passionate intelligent I am creative tenacious I am...
by amba | Oct 29, 2021 | mother wound, trauma
When you saw me the first time tiny blue black hair eyes so dark they were black warm toast skin not red and wrinkly like most babies was there a moment when you felt love or did you just see shame regret loss sadness Did you look at me as the destroyer of all your...
