by amba | Apr 15, 2022 | Ukraine
He looks up at you you are Mommy you will always take care of him always protect him that is what Mommys do his innocent trust and belief in the middle of a war that you can’t imagine destroying and knowing after this if you survive he will never be the...
by amba | Apr 13, 2022 | mother wound
It was 1965 Before Roe v Wade You had no choice and I wonder if you had a choice would you have chosen a different life followed another path I will never know I don’t even know what you believed if you could have chosen Would you have chosen...
by amba | Apr 11, 2022 | mother wound
Over time the mother wound changes no longer do you wonder if anyone saw it if they noticed the chasm the awkwardness the disconnect the silence the ghost of a child always near never included did it really matter then one day you receive validation – a...
by amba | Apr 9, 2022 | mother wound
Did you have dreams? Aspirations? You never mentioned any You never asked me if I had any dreams It made me believe that dreams were foolish So I had them And I hid them Never telling anyone because I was ashamed of them embarrassed to have dreams How silly is that?...
by amba | Apr 4, 2022 | Love, maiden mother crone
You deserve to be chosen by him over and over every day over and over for always
by amba | Apr 3, 2022 | Healing, maiden mother crone, nature
Snowflakes Angels falling from the sky no two are alike and they bless us all and cleanse the soul
by amba | Apr 1, 2022 | Ukraine
She looked around at the building that was once home nothing left but bricks and charred wood her grandmother’s dishes are strewn across the floor in pieces family pictures ruined by fire and water all the memories that were scattered around the house gone and she...
by amba | Mar 29, 2022 | Ukraine
They looked at the people They did not understand this thing called freedom that someone would die for it they could not taste it they could not see it they could not feel it they could only call it greed for that is what they were told so they tried to destroy ...
by amba | Mar 27, 2022 | maiden, maiden mother crone
The landscape of my childhood is gone Obliterated Flattened Demolished The place where I was born high on the hill is a grassy field Amongst the rich houses Once added and scabbed onto wandering like a funhouse maze Gone The place where I got my first ice cream cone...
by amba | Jan 26, 2022 | abuse, Healing, trauma
Somewhere in the snow I left the pieces of me that were struggling to survive hope, belief, faith, trust Each one broke off like frozen icicles Falling jagged into the snow Leaving four pierced places The corners of a square Boundaries to outline what was left in my...
