Everything

Saturday. 

I got out of bed late. 

9am.

The hard rain pelting on the roof.

The sound of the wind blowing. 

The dark sky, the sun not wanting to rise either.

Feeling myself on a spiral downhill. 

Can't get out of my own mind. 

Things that get in the way of happiness. 

Things I shouldn't worry about.

Things that are not mine to worry about.

But I do.

Because I'm human, a decent human.

Because I'm a good mother- no, a great mother. 

The downfall of feeling everything,

Is feeling EVERYTHING. 



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