When I was young, I dreamt that I would grow up to be a writer, but I lacked direction and feared my own depth. I struggled to navigate young adulthood and contrived that instead of writing the poem, I would be the poem. I pacified my drive to create by living curiously, and found meaning in my work as a critical care nurse. Writing was not apart of my rituals, but parenthood brought me back to my profound love of poetry. Middle of the night musing and composing became my lifeline. I've gone back and forth willing the courage to publish this collection. Sometimes I think to myself "is this too much?", "am I too much?". Honesty can be righteous or cruel, and I am ever learning how to time it. Many of these poems are centered around motherhood, and what it means to love someone with such complexity and intensity. My kids are my greatest teachers, they brought color into my world, awareness, purpose, and along with it feelings totally outside of their control.
This book is a testament to motherhood. I hope I never lose my tether to the magic of poetry, but if I do, at least I finished this.