On my moon time
Feeling all the feelings
Trapped by life
Trapped in my body
I hate my house
My home to be
Hate is so strong
Toxic
I want it out.
Overwhelmed
Too much to do in a place I don’t want to be.
Grieving what is
Mourning what is not
Rage turns into lamenting.
I turn inward to find
peace, strength, resilience, patience.
A knowing that it will be ok.
All I find is roiling turmoil.
Sleepless night after sleepless night has rendered me infertile
My fire is out
My grief, rage, frustration, run amok. Spilling over the confines of an aching, devastated heart
I need to sleep
I need my solitude
I need my safety
I need…
truth and love and the darkness inbetween 