On Motherhood & Sanity


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

the moon took something from me



I looked up at the sky to find her smiling.

Full moon, so bright and indifferent to me.

I thought to myself she was linked to my body,

I though of her as a gift, an omen, a sign.

I expected her to give, instead she took something.

She took hope and a promise,

She took sleep and my youth,

She took everything and nothing.


White, fat and smiling. So indifferent to my pleas