3, Three, 3
It was a test
Heavy burdens came and questions arose
We wrote
Waging wars
Wrath
We confronted our unspoken truths
We separated… Triggers, traumas, premature desires
We made new connections and resurfaced old ones too.
We were exposed in ways we were not ready to reveal
We reminded the flesh of the spirit
It rained
It scorched
And blew us back to where we confess our love….

Meanwhile
I was falling apart
Fighting and Writing
Reconciliation letters to Mamami

A child gave birth to a first born
Three