I am feeling smothered.
Smothered with responsibility,
smothered by my own fears,
smothered by this anxiety.
I worry that something will fall,
lost between the cracks.
I worry that I do not love enough,
or show it properly.
I struggle each and every day
to stand strong,
to be the woman that I am;
imperfect and flawed.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen