Miriam.
It's been two weeks since I came back to the Moon Temple with an empty womb and a heart heavier than I'd ever known.
The stillness of the temple at all times which used to ground me in such a way I couldn't understand, broken occasionally only by the soft rustling of robes or the distant chant of prayers had now become a prison to me.
I was the secret, trapped in a prison and the only people who knew were my wet pillow each night and my conscience. I couldn't believe I was a mom – well a half-mom actually but that experience changed my life in ways I never expected.
Each day felt heavier than the last – my belly was still round and protruded. I was still too tired from carrying another human for nine months and still forced to get on with my life like nothing just happened.
