All I can feel is this big hole in me
Something is missing
Something got lost 

I feel pressure to make up for this hole
Distract people and get their attention
Look
I am someone
I might not be a mom
But I’ve accomplished something great
Do you love me now

I want to become more than the hole
Feel strong enough to face the world
Look
You don’t know (yet) what to do with me
You might not even be able to see me
Because you have no concept for me (yet)
But here I am

What does it take for me
To be fully me
Can I shape the hole into a heart
Embroider it with flowers
Hold it in my trembling hands

Gisela Haensel