Last Prayer

It is an inconvenient time,
swaddled tightly with life’s
Enmeshed with an array of emotions,
I am culpable for everyone.
I am liable to provide the means to fulfill
their urgent desire to be happy.
I am a one stop shop.

As my body matures,
my vanity has given way to
fuck it.
The task of taking care,
care of,

Is this my career?

The end of this cruel circus is out of sight.
The girth of its implications beyond my grasp.
The list of my imperative duties long.

It is hard to discern,
which move to make,

My prayers stopped with all belief
long ago.
Now I find myself,
praying under my sheets.

help me
help me
help me
please, God help me

I wonder if the demon of despair will ever release me.
I wonder if I am too far gone for redemption or grace.
I wonder if God is laughing at my hypocrisy.

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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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    I resonated with your caring and care giving lines. Will there ever be an end to that as long as we and others we love have bodies? Is this what I was made to do?

    My prayer from the depths of helplessness: “Help me, Mother. Hold us, Mother. Thy will be done.”–with many variations on that theme. I mean Big Mama, Divine Mother, the one who watches over our bodies, Nature Mother who knows the seasons of life and death. This is where I find just a little grace and comfort at desperate moments. I imagine Her holding me in Her arms and on Her lap.

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    I feel this so deeply, Julie. Your honesty kills me. Lord, those mornings and nights when I pray under the sheets, just hoping I’m doing something right. Life gets really complicated around this age, with the kids growing up and my own looks and body going the other way. Some days I vacillate between worrying to the point of panic, to trying to shrug it off and say “It’ll all be OK,” to looking in the mirror and feeling dread. And then feeling guilt about the fact that I care about my appearance in these troubled, stressful times. Anyway, that’s how I feel in a paragraph, but you express your thoughts so much better in your poem. Thank you. xo

  3. Stephanie Ortez

    “I wonder if I am too far gone for redemption or grace.
    I wonder if God is laughing at my hypocrisy.”

    You’re not far gone from grace, my sweet mama. The answers may not come immediately, but believe God is keeping you safe and surrounded by people who loves you no matter what. <3

  4. SA Smith

    One of your VERY BEST. So many of us can relate to this on a daily basis. Being a parent is so hard. Being under the covers, praying for help and guidance. Never knowing if we’re making the right decision or screwing them up completely. We as parents worry about this every day. You captured that feeling completely!

    “As my body matures,
    my vanity has given way to
    fuck it.”

    If you feel this way, I am going to eat the damn cupcake! You are gorgeous, inside and out. If you can say fuck it, the rest of us can too. It’s like a mental release. While we are juggling life, family, and career…something has got to fall. It’s okay if we aren’t our teenage body sizes, it’s okay.

    We need to all say fuck it!

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