
Written and posted on October 12th, 2019
Edited at the end of December 2024, after having mothered my son for 3.5 years. I never edit my old writings, but this one kept pinching me in bed and I could not sleep:
You were only able to contain me because you were separate from me. You could pick me up and fit me inside your beautiful large heart, like Belle’s Rose in the glass jar. But I was bound to grow into you, or you into me, and my fragile glass home has now become a pot that nurtures me. As much as you are my source of life, you simply cannot contain me whole unless your earth devours me.
Beisan A. Alshafei
