Under the Spell

A poem about the relentless enchantment of Motherhood

Honestly

it’s like

sometimes I’m in love

lost in magic

so magnetic

there’s no sense of time

but there I am

swimming in awe

with paradigms collapsing

and the next I’m feeling done

I’m dissociating

or screaming

sure as hell that

the pulse inside me

is a continuation of my late grandmother’s heart beating

standing in the now

just frozen watching

or gripping

the links between my offspring and I

bending

never breaking

thanks to my gut

or is it the unconditional love?

stopping me in my tracks

quietly ushering me

into catching my breath

and watching it flow

through the webbing

connecting our bodies

like constellations

existing far beyond the present

moment

my breath smoothing

and softening

into a river of

sorries

I’ll-do-betters

cuddles

and forgiveness

circling me back into

awe

adoration

active surrender

and devotion

delirious

in this dance

of ecstasy

and exhaustion

boredom

and every other emotion

at times wondering why I chose this

and then remembering the reason

in the

being

and somehow even thinking

that if I had the chance to do this all over again

100 times yes

I would

and there’s no explaining

other than

that this

is simply the spell

of Motherhood

~

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