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.