How many times have I said
It's not my time yet?
As a way to avoid regret
As a substitute for forgiveness
How many times have I held
My hand to my chest?
To check for the emptiness
To feel the comfort in my breasts
Sometimes I forget my own breath
Sometimes I forget my own breath
Sometimes I forget my own strength
Even when it's all I have left
Sometimes I forget my own self
Between my womb and my heart
Between the thoughts in my head
I try to pull them apart
And dive right into the mess
Into the space where it's wet
The feelings that have to be met
The patterns that have to be left
Emotions all have to be felt
Sometimes I forget my own breath
Sometimes I forget my own breath
Sometimes I forget my own strength
Even when it's all I have left
Sometimes I forget my own self
You wouldn't know me,
You wouldn't believe me
The times that I grieved me
The layers that weaved me together
Release and there's no underneath and
I can't can't even see me
Sometimes I forget my own breath
Sometimes I forget my own strength
Even when it's all I have left
Sometimes I forget my own self