womb

womb. a quiet desperation. a violin string about to snap. home of generational grief in the body. uterus. I didn’t know how to love it, how to care for it. in a world so hard and cold having a uterus, which is warm and soft and vulnerable, makes your existence vulnerable. to survive you have to build shields and walls, deny your own flesh. and it pains you. it tears you apart. the blood you bleed does not feel anymore like that of creation, but the blood of grief and pain. it simmers out of you and you feel shame. shame for being vulnerable. yet vulnerability is the deepest strength we possess. the power of the womb is incomprehensible. it literally births worlds. you wonder why the womb and our bleed has been so stigmatised? if you knew the power of your womb you wouldn't…

I wish for a world where being open and vulnerable is embraced… a world were the feminine is embraced. a world where we don’t have to build walls or harden or freeze to survive. this is my wish for all people but especially women, and those carrying a womb. a world where the womb is protected, safe, loved. its the least we can do when we owe it our life.

music credit:
A Magnificent Gray - Slow Meadow