Exhausted
I look at their faces,
so full of life.
Their souls young and new.
I love them.
The exhaustion takes over,
and I wonder if I can do this.
They're my world,
everything I've dreamt of.
I never knew it could be this hard,
no sleep, no rest, no help.
I am so alone.
This journey is not what I expected.
Alone in this world,
exhausted and looked down upon.
I wait week after week,
for you to come home.
When you come home I feel
like I can breathe.
But when you leave,
I feel so alone,
and the exhaustion comes back.
What am I doing wrong?
Or is this just what being a mother feels like.
They don't sleep
They scream all day and all night.
When will it get better?
My world filled with exhaustion,
I wonder when I'll be able to breathe again.
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