Benediction
I’d do this without any audience. But it’s given me structure, and more confidence. It’s allowed me to go deeper into certain memories and prop things up to their rightful importance.
100 prayers, 100 unfinished cups of tea,
100 times I’ve been combative,
100 interruptions,
100 doubts,
100 bob,
100 people.
100 times I didn’t want to do this.
100 stares into space.
100 arguments.
100 tiny tears from laughter.
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One hundred, one hundred, one hundred (shoutout Charlie ‘undred times);
until there’s no more, until there’s no more, until there’s no more.
A woman can never write enough.
Even if I write every day for the rest of my life,
it won’t tap into a fraction of what there is to say.
It can never be enough.
Let me have mine. Let me take up the space. We don’t lead with our stomachs over here.
100 posts later, and I can say: I’d do this without any audience.
Could there be any greater liberation than this?
