I am an Incognito Disaster.
You can't see the mayhem only millimeters out, but it's there, inside.
You can't see my toes curl as I cringe when I re-live the day Silas was born.
Cars swerve around my thoughts as I drive.
You can't hear the breath
the deep, deep breath
when you trundle in, laden with newborn and bags and Hope.
The Hope smells like crushed pine needles and jasmine covered in maple syrup, honey and soy. It makes me sick to my soul because I can't swallow that anymore.
Pregnant lady holding the door for a n00b mom with n00born and they passed a look that gutted my heart.
From one: "Oh how cute! (you don't know what you're in for.)"
The other, laden within: "I can't wait to be on that side of this (bloated mess.)"
Wife sick of her pregnancy, Mother sick of her kids. Father and To-Be on either side unaware of their peril.
From nowhere in their realm, from no vantage of their many views could they see me frozen nearby. They cannot see the land on which I stand. They cannot taste the ashes of my dreams despite their sudden sneeze. To them, my flesh does not sag with endless despair.
I gasped and turned, gutted, I let them pass and flashed into everything each of them promised.
I burned with how bad everything can go, in an instant.
In a day.
In a night of pain and labor.
In a life or three or many, many more.
They should never know any of this and I hate how much we've had to learn.
I'm sick of learning. I'm sick of fortitude and strength. I'm sick of wisdom and grace and getting by.
I want to swallow the sunlight. I want to consume Hope for breakfast and shit rainbows of beauty and joy.
Creases in my cheeks from the tears & tears.
Holes in my heart that I stare into thinking, sinking.
I lead a double life. There's this one here alone with Lu and the impossible one with Silas, too.
Both are true, both are me.
I will never let either of them go.
I am a Disaster in Disguise.
I am a Master of the Lies I have to tell to get through the day.
I'm so good at it now, I sometimes even almost fool myself into being a little bit okay.
Can you describe an instant of recognition or insight that surprised you or caught you off-guard? How many lives do you lead? Do you ever feel okay? And are you okay with feeling a little okay, sometimes?