I quietly slip beyond my door,
leaving behind an unwashed floor.
The heap of *****, crumpled clothes,
the end of which, nobody knows.
I close my door, turn from the mess,
breathe in, and drink of quietness.
Then take my lonely, lovely stroll
deep in the woods to a hidden knoll.
Where I shall dream, and plan, and pray
gaining spirit and strength, for a very full day.
Raising four children in a row overwhelmed me at times. There seemed no way to succeed at everything, and those moments of getting away, saved my sanity.