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@mauritianmemoirs
New Chapter, New Posts – Pregnancy, Birth, Positive Stories, Grief and Struggles… I’ve written a blog for some years, mostly poetry and real life emotions. Emma’s memoirs. However with much though I wanted to start a new chapter, a new blog.
My pregnancy, mum's death & struggles. In short, a timeline. YOU control you.
My pregnancy, mum’s death & struggles. In short, a timeline. YOU control you.
Pregnancy. First born.
Mum has cancer. I continue to scream positivity & practice calming meditation for my baby.
Unfairly dismissed at 20 weeks. I continue to fight for what’s right. I continue to scream positivity & continue to be calm for my baby. Whilst watching my mum struggle.
Money is scarce. No job. Hitting third trimester. I continue to be grateful and fill myself with gratitude.
Mum…
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The Dawn of 2019. #cancerdiaries 8 weeks ago, the world got turned upside down. The tide changed and the sun melted before my eyes into a ball of soot.
Christmas 2018 #cancerdiaries Her smile hides the agony of her thoughts. Soft words and gentle touch glides across the arm of her child.
Cancer Diaries 12.12.2018 Today was the worst day. The worst news. The worst questions. The worst acceptance. I'd been dreaming this.
We are a special kind I don't need no validation. I hold no guilt nor no reason for the show. Because we held each other every day and read each others minds like mother and daughter do.
Fuck Cancer. “Written days before she left” Words cannot express the feeling of possibly loosing a parent whilst pregnant with your first born. I have no words.
My Sister Blog… A new chapter of my life. The truth, grief and hurdles of life, Relationships, Cancer, loosing a parent and pregnancy. “the first truth”
Then I met you ❤️
My mum once told me that true love exists and that one day someone would sweep me off my feet.
She said I’d fall into a deep love of something I’ve never felt. As if the stars would all melt into a colourful rainbow of joy.
She told me he would be everything I needed and all I wanted. Perfection in my eye.
She told me that all of my paths would mould together and bloom into a beautiful tree of…
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Fear I do not.
It is nothing but airy where you stand. Leafs dance obstructively and flutter away from your side.
Not even nature wants a part of you.
Poison seeping from your skin as the branches of a lost tree grows away from your being. Skin moulded to disguise your true form of spikes as sharp as the tip of a knife.
Your presence of darkness is hidden by your lies.
Believing you have fooled…
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I just need. She is my life. My every day. No matter what I'm doing, how I'm feeling, whether I'm 1 month or 5 months pregnant or not pregnant at all.
I’m coming for you. Full of fire and full of rage yet calm and quiet I sit in my cage. Calculated in thought at all the wrongdoing just watch me fly my broth is brewing.
My Rainbow. 2017 The year draws to an end. The feather of an angel rests on the top of a ice cold gate as I reminisce.
Butterflies. If butterflies could swim they would be dancing in the lining of my stomach. No coming up for air, they long to adapt to this tranquil setting of silent conversations.
Stone heart. 2017
A faint murmur, a whisper of truth in that one second of reality where true feelings mix with euphoria and the light is blinding like a star in my eyes.
Ten thousand stars it could be in that one moment of ecstasy before the insecurities start to hit like meteoroids smashing into an atmospheric lining burning into flames of fear.
Present am I but far away I sometimes long. My grip is loose and…
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#metoo She Survived. 2017 Why is one so innocent yet so aggressively incompetent to the needs of faded stories and life like puzzled minds.
I’m home now. 2018. Don't try and catch me whilst my fluttering soul dives into the ocean of stars. Flowers cover my body in naturistic form whilst I swim between the moon and the sun.