In the darkest of times I find it easy to write
It’s like I sit down and just spill just like tonight
I look at people in their homes
And I wonder if they're happy and for how long
What is home? What is that
What’s happy because that’s where I wanna be at
I feel like I’m just spinning tires making friction and starting fires
Seeing myself go through the same shit I did last year
Constantly asking myself what am I doing here
I see those two big green eyes, just like mine
Looking up and telling me Mommy, I got you, it’s gonna be fine
About the Creator
Zanna Truesdale
I’m a new mom and i love every minute of it. I’ve been writing since i could pick up a pen and just getting my feet wet again after a few years hiatus. I’m not as open with what i write as i was growing up. So finding this site was perfect!
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