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
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A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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Lovely poem. Hope the anxiety gets better I know the feeling all too well.
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Thank you. It is not as bad as it was several months ago and I have a handle on being able to work through it. When in stressful situations though it ramps up and oh anxiety is a cruel mistress once you are in her grasp.
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