Nighttime Self-Pity

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I’m feeling crazy and tired.
Kids are whimpering,
arguing,
resisting going to bed.
There is a mountain of laundry
waiting on my bed,
beckoning me
in a way I don’t want to be beckoned.
And their dad
is at a yoga class.
I ask why
he didn’t want to go to yoga
until he wanted a divorce.
Maybe he’ll find
another yoga teacher
to marry.

4 responses »

  1. ….a yoga teacher is easy to find, but a human being with depth, well, that takes more than just yoga, to be able to appreciate. you have the depth, cherish it yourself, till someone else sees it too. wish you well.

  2. Ouch. I’m so sorry for the hurt Lorien. It won’t always hurt like this. There’s so little anyone can say or do to help make this better for you. Time alone, in its slow and steady way, can do that. Keep getting through another day, another night. So many tough tines are now behind you. Big hug to you my friend. Xxx

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