The Ides of March
Actually, if I feel the urge to write it will come out, eventually. Like a purge It seems as if I was getting out of the dark tunnel In which I had, somehow, but unsurprisingly, set myself into March is a lovely frenzy usually for me The school year fires up Work intensifies Birthday party planning But this year……I’m pregnant A few things have changed Others I have mastered, and leant on to ask for help But others… I simply hid in my lair Licking my wounds Silencing accounts Crying Reading Writing and planning Nourishing other relationships That have become vital in my life And looking after my small garden My family My baby Prayers Being outside Sleeping in Laughing with my children Singing silly songs Saying sorry And I love you
