“Miss?” My head snaps in the direction of the reception desk where a curly blonde woman in a blue aviator uniform complete with 1950s spectacles sits. She glances in my direction as I stand, others around me in the waiting room … Continue reading
I’m not going to lie.
There are good days.
And there are bad days.
There’s inbetween days
Fight away the dark
Force the light;
And it just makes me so tired.
Too tired to eat.
Too tired to sleep.
Too tired to do makeup.
Too tired to check messages
Or the oven
Every piece on guard
Every touch a knife
Have to do this alone
There’s only so much pain a heart can take
before the broken vessels sow themselves up with wrenching memories
and cold nights
the heart seems to lag contrary to a passionate roar.
there’s only so much pain a heat can take
before it closes its door to everything
holds on to the few perks of delight it has left
perfects that cold smile
devoid of all light
I want to be able to love my children
with every bit of my heart
I never want to be a broken mother
introducing a child into a broken world
I want them to feel love
I want them to feel
as many have lost the ability to.
thats why I want to be a young mother.