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I Will Never, Belong

Exercise from “What We Ache For: Creativity and the Unfolding of Your Soul” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Written in honor and on the occasion of the 18th anniversary of becoming a mother.


I will never be able to forget the moment I embraced motherhood.

I belong to a tribe of mothers who bury a child and somehow find the strength to live on.

I will never be an extrovert, attracting moths to the flame.

I belong to a sect of introverts that find great comfort in a world free from shallow attraction.

I will never be the type of woman that someone would change their life for.

I belong to those that serve, naively thinking that selflessness will fill the void.

I will never be complete.

I belong to those that defy the odds even though a part of them is missing.

I will never be able to forget the pain of false friendship.

I belong to the believers who devour the promises and hopes fed to them, unaware that starvation skews the perspective.

I will never turn my back on my flesh and blood.

I belong to those that would sacrifice their past, present, or future for the ability to create a warm and loving space.

I will never again hold my first-born.

I belong to an ache that never leaves my soul.


© Kelly Tweeddale 2012