The creative company I keep tell me the world and life at the moment are copies of a book that Iâve read and felt many emotions about.
The practical company I keep says that it wasnât the people who failed it was the system and bad actors manipulating others to do their will.
The anxiety and fear that seems locked in me tells me there is no safety in any matter physical or mental.
The children I have beg me to be present and loving unconditionally.
Some days I feel more alive than others. Some days I read my bible and pray that the lord would just fix the directions my brain seems to drive to. Some days I wake up and am ready to submit to whoever and whatever needs my attention. Somedays I rebuke the grabbers of my lifeâs faulty corrections.
What I want? To cling to my children as I rock them and keep them safe and warm. What I try? To make my voice gentle even as I know Iâve yelled out my vocal cords and made threats that are truly inconsequential. What I know? Nothing, it seems as I scroll on my phone more and more ignoring my true plight to just live and be.
I donât want to regret this, but I know it canât go on forever. I donât want to keep making bad choices but then where do I learn? Am I even learning now? Or did I just come up with that like an illusion taken from a sickened mind.
My girls will never know what thoughts their mama had. My girls will never see that strife. My girls will know a strong woman who spends time with them and gives them the things they need to exist peacefully























