Sadness runs through my veins
paranoia creeping up my spine
my body feels heavy
mind is a maze of darkness
It comes in waves, endless waves
There's no mercy at the hands of depression

If we could be honest about motherhood
how many mothers would tell you
they were made one well before their time?
How many would tell you that postpartum depression doesn't have an expiry date?

My children,
they were not born from kindness
they were not born from loving men,
instead
trapped in a maze of lies and fear
six feet deep and 8 years long
it may have ended but
how long will it take to fade from my mind?

my children
are my world-
metaphorically and literally,
my days a repetition of the ones before and
I am overwhelmed, overstimulated,
alone, alone.
But these thoughts are not made to be heard
so I'll put a smile on my face
and pretend that everything is fine.

I'll be forever
lost,
drifting
in a sea of stars.

Childhood,
Father's always angry
mother's always drinking
hurricanes ripping through our kitchen
hurling raised voices down the hallway
walk on eggshells,
tread softly now
watch what you say, don't forget to
think before you speak,
don't say the wrong thing
don't be the wrong thing
Never forget to look for the warning signs
don't leave your fear upstairs.
my brother and sister,
they made you proud, good grades
happy minds (is a happy mind the key to parents love?)
pretend I don't exist, it's funny
how invisible you can become.
saw a fist go through a canvas once,destroy the painting
Everything is always being ripped apart around here,
excuse me while I hide,
I won't speak of this
It'll become another memory blocked out
hidden inside my brain.

Dawn is blazing
the world is still
this is
the time before times.
Watch the sun kiss
the moon goodbye.