Young Writers Society

I am very happy this is in the literary spotlight. You deserve it @LemonySquid <33333

Hello there. This is Ina a.k.a loveissourgrapes. I know it's been a little while since I've written a review/comment or a story in this site because of busy school days. Well, thanks for this lovely painful yet beautiful masterpiece. Anyways, let's get into it.

The starting seemed nice and welcoming, making me want to read more about it. The second paragraph showed a lot of emotion but the third paragraph showed more. I felt the emotion of how some women struggle on not hurting your child because their mother have done the same to them. Then it becomes generation to another. I do not relate to any of this but this reminds of how strong my mother is. Because her mother has did a lot of hurtful things to her but she told me she doesn't to the same thing that her mother did to me because she really cares for me. You have mentioned that the mothers in your writing do hurtful things to their children because they care and do not know how to show it. Right? My mother told me she will do that to me because experiencing that would be the most painful thing I would experience.

But if anyone's mother has done this. Just be strong. if you really care for your child, just be strong and have go to therapy first. Make sure, before you get married and before you get kids, you are mentally, physically, emotionally strong. And be already to face the hardships about being a parent and a husband /wife. everyone, stay safe. Have a wonderful morning, afternoon, evening.

this is very beautiful. your framing of inter-generational trauma and, more specifically, the mother wound, is very clever—a ‘crown of thorns’. i like the implications of that a lot.

i relate heavily to this work and i think you captured the fear of one day becoming your mother very well. the pain of having to bear your mother’s trauma is bad enough, but it becomes worse when you realise this process is cyclical, and either you fight hard to end the cycle or you give in and continue it. healing from trans-generational trauma is a real challenge and you really portrayed that here.

i am reminded of a quote, i don’t remember who by: ‘every woman is a russian nesting doll of trauma. there’s my pain, then open me up and neatly nested inside is my mother and her pain, crack her open and there’s her mother’. i think i might have seen it on tumblr once, haha. but i think it’s very relevant to your poem.

thank you for this piece. it made me feel very seen.

much love,
noah