Saving Grace
At sixteen it was no longer just me.
I would no longer be all alone.
I could see myself in another.
Her name as beautiful as the day she was born.
Without her I would not be here, nor there.
Motherhood washed over me like a wave.
Healing all of my brokenness, covering all my scars.
A child, saving me from myself and making me into something better.
Something greater, for not only me, but for her.
Motherhood, Tiara, my saving grace.
This poem is about:
Me
My family