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