The quest for mother of the year award is one that comes with those days when the weight of the world gets to you. It gets difficult to find your center and stay calm. Most times I can walk away and take a breath. But there are days when I have to fight extra hard in the midst of the storm. I wrote this poem to describe how I feel when I get upset. My goal is to do better….
Adrenaline surges through her vains
Tingles running through her spine
Vision turns from clear to red
Dark thoughts running rampant in her head
Somebody stop her before she shifts from brown to green
From calm to enraged
Sweet to mean
She holds so much in an attempt to find peace
Someone help her find a healthy release
Or clear the path when she shows the beast!
They say that stress kills
perhaps it’s killing her slowly
gotta get a handle on things before
all beauty is gone
and the beast forever roams free
