A Mother's Poetry: The Breather Needed

A thick pillow

Crushed with the stress

Carried silently and constantly.

In its gripping,

Releasing oxytocin

To relieve the badgering tension.

Pools spill from my pupils

In moments…

Enough to recover

Before I go out again.

I should be filled with joy,

But sometimes I need

To catch my breath,

Regain my strength,

Remember hope

That I can continue

To love fully.

In a moment,

I just need reassurance

That my yoke can be laid beside

A Holy Altar.

That I do not cherish this new life

Alone.

That I’m doing all I can;

What I accomplish is enough.

But I need that moment.

For if I try to sustain my strength

Within my own means, I fail.

I suffer - ever trying to not

Doom my child to be wounded

In the same manner I had.

I wonder if I

O V E R C O M P E N S A T E.

Breathe.

Pray.

Regain composure.

Remember hope.

Suture my Shield.

Enter the home full of Love,

Strengthened and encouraged

To pour out Heaven

Upon this little one.