Here I sit, my face in my hands on the kitchen floor; I’d like to say I haven’t been here before.
I wish I knew how to navigate these swirling emotions; Isn’t there a genie or a secret potion?
I strive to be everything to those who need me; Somedays I feel like Superwoman; others, lost at sea.
I’m trying to find the right words to express how I feel; Right now, I don’t know myself, nor how to heal.
I pretend on the outside that my heart isn’t breaking; Holding it together, day after day, while inside I’m shaking.
At night, I retreat to the bathroom to hide; Where I can let the tears flow, free from little ones beside.
I’ve shed more tears than I ever thought I could bear; Somedays, I let them spill freely and sit with the despair.
But day by day, the dark, heavy clouds began to lift; And what awaited me on the other side was a surprising gift.
I learned how to stand on my own two feet; I finally stopped hiding and let people back into my seat.
Rising from the ashes, I began to heal my wounds; Mending the scars from all those deep gashes, shedding old tunes.
Step by step, I rebuilt myself and my heart; There’s never a day I don’t think of my boys when we’re apart.
I’m grateful for the lessons learned along the way; I’ve discovered how to love myself and my life, day by day.