It is okay not to do it all.
(I have a difficult time with this one.)
I Hate Nights
As the evening winds down,
the chores are done,
the computer is off,
the phone calls have ended.
I feel the depression closing in,
feel the oppression of my scattered thoughts,
feel the confusion of unexplained dreams,
feel the loneliness of being a single mother.
I hear my tears as they hit the pillow,
hear my thoughts as though a group of angry bees are buzzing in my head,
hear my labored breathing as the panic attack ensues,
hear the rustle of sheets as I struggle to hide my head in shame.