The Madness of Motherhood

i got up

walked around my house ungraciously

shifting pieces of our lives from

here to there, never putting

a piece of it away,

dishes piled like fortresses built

to preserve leftover traces of my sanity

I wander,

fingers caressing papers strewn like lost leaves

in between fall and wintry weeks ahead

These unpaid bills heralding gloomy days

tipping with anxiety, I can’t

for the life of me

get it together, the mess is so

unwelcoming but oh so comfortable

random socks and lonely shoes standing watch

marking the grave of my humanity and helping me

fight off the inevitable descent into chaos

guess I should atleast load the dishwasher;

we’re out of forks


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