The juggle
I remember when I was youngerWaking one Christmas dayTo juggling balls in my stockingAnd I couldn’t wait to play I…
Category: Anger
Bed dread
At five pm the routine beginsMy anxiety starts to riseYou eat your tea and sit with meAnd then, oh how…
Vent
No, she doesn’t ‘fix’ thisI’m not suddenly healedI don’t know how I can explain to youWith the words by which…
A family of four
You say you pray for the three of usHave you forgotten what’s been beforePlease don’t dismiss, that Ivy existsAnd that…
A day in the office
Talk turns to children and I wincemy wound opens up againTales of happy familiesBrings a burning pain Another pregnancy gets…
