Breathe Fire

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On the news of the U.S. Supreme Court ruling to overturn Roe v. Wade — I wanted to share a poem that I wrote the other night when I couldn't sleep... (jet lag + outrage will do that to a person).

BREATHE FIRE

Although I was never

Officially diagnosed

With any diagnosable 

Postpartum condition, 

I feel that I can draw upon

My personal experiences as

A new mom,

Navigating first-time parenthood,

A global pandemic, 

Moves across continents and oceans, 

And…and…and… 

And I could go on…

But I digress.

I have experienced mom rage, 

To the degree that

I may have more closely resembled 

A dragon at times

Then that of my actual self. 

If it were possible for a person

To breathe fire, 

I truly believe I may have needed

To travel at all times

With a portable fire extinguisher,

To protect the things around me

That I hold most dear.

And although I feel

That my mom rage 

Has burned less strongly

As of late...

The fire in my belly

Is strong again today.

I feel it boiling up inside of me

From corners and crevices

I didn't even know existed.

But despite the heat, 

And the rage, 

I feel small...

Powerless.

Powerless against 

Powerful forces. 

Old, white, power-hungry, political

Forces.

I know that 

One mothers rage

Is not enough

To stop them. 

But hundreds.

Thousands. 

Millions....

That rage could start

A fire too large

To extinguish.

Today, I go inwards. 

I conserve my energy, 

And breathe normal air, 

Because tomorrow...

Tomorrow I have to breathe fire.

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