Sometimes

Motherhood

Sometimes Here is a poem that I wrote about four years ago and it still applies.

Sometimes

I feel like throwing red paint on the clean white walls and writing my name somewhere small, like an artist.

I feel like leaving it all full of dirt. My teachers lied.

I feel like hiring a chef and a maid to do all the work I am supposed to do, but hate to do, and watching them do it all while I do nothing.

I feel like squeezing the breath out of a bird so I can see what I look like, sometimes.

Sometimes I feel so deep and so dark that a cave cannot hold me.

I am the night sky with no stars, no moon, no streetlight.

I feel like this.

And then I put in another load of laundry and sing along to Tangled in the background.