“It always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.”
“It always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.”
Stacy Morris
“I felt torn Between living and dying Between sleeping and surviving.”
Stacy Morris“It always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.”
Stacy Morris“I think you feel like, unless you're damagedyou're not deep enough or mysterious enoughor complicated enough to ever be appreciated by another.And that is deeply untrue.”
Stacy Morris“It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.”
Stacy Morris“We all knew she needed help.But none of us knew how.And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed.I don’t know why.Maybe we were too ashamed we didn’t know how to approach our own mother.So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul.But I did.And I didn’t know how to say it aloud. And I still don’t.”
Stacy Morris, Notes to Self“It took me a long time to realise that mothers are women who carry youAnd not necessarily in their womb.”
Stacy Morris, Notes to Self“She knew me beyond my actionsBeyond my shallow attempts at happiness.She knew I had darknessAnd when I undressedAnd showed her what I was made ofShe noddedKnowing I was unrepairableAnd said 'I'll be here for you anyway”
Stacy Morris, Notes to Self“You've got a lot to say for the one who walked away.”
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