Trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to forgive, while trying to forget, while trying to love, while trying to be loved. That's a lot for one heart.
Funny how we look at a couple all over each other & clock teenage love as "just a horny phase" until we remember we were 17 once too and very catastrophically in real love.
Frying solo on the beach so your kids can play, whilst managing multi hundred K campaigns from your phone to go home work on a pitch single handedly for a conglomerate till exhaustion is felt to the bones. The grit motherhood gives women.
just before I sleep
when everything
becomes quiet
my mind begins
to open to the unknown
sometimes I drift
to the edge of a dream
I hear random comments
made in voices
I have never heard before
and in the midst
of this chaos
my imagination turns to you
and I listen for your voice