Handwriting
Once again my tea has gone cold.
My nose runs, and my neck is
stiff from shoulders raised -
- constant stress.
Sometimes life is hard,
and it is extra hard to ‘adult’
You burn your hand on the oven
You can’t find the words you need to
express what is in your heart
(and mind)
The pigment won’t play with the
paper like it should
And you are jealous of your cats that
stay in bed all day
without a care
(because they know
you care for them both)
But know this.
You are so loved. Whether you
believe it or not.
The wild adores you, sees your
wild heart and smiles.
“I know you” she says.
And she does.
Breathe.