I've crawled through the darkest tunnels, wondering if I'd ever make it out of the deafening silence of the pitch black in my mind. I've carried an infant into this world, who was born without a peep, sleeping. He took a part of me when he went. I am still here.

I've risen back up from the past. I've seen the brightest sunshine in the faces of my beautiful babies born living, crying, so full of everything I've ever dreamt they'd be. They too have a piece of me. I am still here.

I am more than just the woman who brought them into this world. I am strong, I am fierce, I am a soft pillow for my babies to rest their heads. I am so many things, and I am still here underneath this thick cozy blanket of Motherhood.

I am a mother.

I am the face of loss.

I am a wife.

I am a daughter.

I am a sister.

I am a friend.

I am a woman.

I am.