Letras
Sometimes it feels like we carry the weight of the world on our bones
We collapse under our own stories
Anxiety sits in the part of the body that has made, has carried, has lost
We are the hosts of birth and death
This is not your maternity
It's a wound in the flesh, it's a reality
And emotion is a process a changing state
And birthing is a process a potential fate
Reality it's a reality
It's my reality it's my reality
It's the pain of it
And something's been lost
It's a grief that has an unknowing cost
Reality it's a reality
It's my reality it's my reality