u s e y o u r h a n d s

In one moment, I can cradle my sleepy child in my arms and weep over him. I tell him that he is my special thing, my one thing, my true possession.

And then, I can be so mad that I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, so mad that my only desire is to run away forever.

And then there are the other moments when I hold both of those feelings in my heart and it feels so full that I am surprised I survive at all.