Strength – an understanding

Nov, 2014

What is struggle?

Strength has too many characters as they say..

Is strength my willingness to carry on

Or the struggle to fall into that place of solace?

Was strength the solitude

‘when that little hand first lay on my chest

quietly baring our being to each other,

choosing no restraint, we dreamt, we stayed...’

Never once I think

would any mother let go

When that first touch holds

when tears just flow…

Not once does your ‘self’,

Remind you of responsibility ahead

Jittering over doubt

Or difficulty unsaid.

In that hold stands a time

Of eternity, of endless love..

Of the willingness to let go,

Of the willingness to serve.

A time of confidence,

of being with a  you outside yourself,

of giving up a part of you,

and holding a treasure no else can fend.

We surely must be a special breed,

To reinvent, to be reborn,

To re-cast our being and mould around new ends..

For strength to me is nothing but

the willingness to fall, to get up once again!

Written in the context of a ‘First time mother’s’ experience.