st r u gg ling artist
I love this poem and how it was intriguingly written.
so i decided i am more than the answer to "what's for dinner?" the unrelenting pile of dishes i am more than the name i changed at the altar, and the ways i fail Husband i am more than the boy i nursed 'til i was spent and would give up my only breath for, more than the worry over the mishaps that visit children caught. i feel caught between the rock of guilt and the hard place of time as i push push my way through this beautiful life i don't deserve for a chance to paint the helpless run of words en route to errands i pop in an audio - Pooh's tales, then settle back for the story that wants to tell in my head and catch it on paper when i park the car i…
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