Ingrained into who I am
Growing with my everchanging soul
Weaving itself in between every fiber of my body
My insecurities are cut from the same cloth as my mothers
And pain from when I was little
Shows up now
But that pain has been there for years before me
And my hurt was never meant to be mine
It was always meant to be hers
As I grow, I can’t escape
It takes up so much space
But my fabric is too tight to unravel
An too loose without it
So I continue to carry it on
With the fear
That this will someday be my child’s hurt
And the worries
That the tired eyes I see in my mother
I will see in my daughter
And her insecurities will come from me
Which came from years ago
Through the bodies
And through the souls
Weaving in and out
Of the fabric of us