256: Our Mothers

She woke up feeling

like she could conquer the world. For a minute

her mind soared

and there was strength in her muscles, grip in her palms.

For a minute

even fate would bend its will to hers.

Then tiredness set in. A weariness so deep

it pulled her into the mattress, hid her between the springs,

as she sought the dream that had wrapped her warmly and kissed her cheek

to pass her the ghost of courage, a final shield from goddesses gone,

to carry her through the day. For a minute

it held all at bay, convincing her

that warmth was there — was hers —

But the minute had passed.

The shield disintegrated.

The weight of lives unnumbered

laid their heavy heads against her breast,

making it impossible to move

although across the room the sun had passed,

now setting beyond noon.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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