my newborn’s aura shines bright,
as tears of awe
into pools of wonder.
All I had ever wanted
Oh. How. It. Changed.
Endless, screaming nights
where hell becomes reality,
where nothing will comfort or soothe,
where nightmares haunt my waking hours.
Where fear grapples me to the ground
through nappies and feeding and nappies
until I am
A mother knocking to be free.
© Nicky Clifford 2016