This Harried Life
The day my life became harried
was not the exact day I married
but, the stress turn is deeply storied
in all things wife and mother varied:
While it is piling up,
I attempt bearing up,
patience blows up
and discord shows up;
Known as routine,
it makes one mean,
it creates pressure,
it makes attitudes lesser;
not a mustang of emotion,
not of magical potion,
not made of total reason
sometimes I am not pleasin’;
fury grown from resentment,
fury needing contentment,
fury of blinding confusion
longs for harmonies intrusion;
so my mind sorts its pain,
my body absorbs its strain and
my heart seeks its inspiration
as my housewife desperation
attacks
the cleaning vocation.
... CayCay
August 21, 2015
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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