The day after
Extreme persistent pain
(in the form of a migraine)
Always feels like a fresh new start
The part where I woke up, kicked legos in the dark
Then heard the kids bark (ok, shout): "Mama! Where are you?'
6:30am, I was planning a quiet coffee alone
Maybe meditate and write this poem...
They woke up. But oh well.
I am writing and feeling swell!
So much more swell than yesterday
When colours was fluctuating between only black or grey.
En tout cas. Here I am.
And I am well on my way.
To awesome. To balance.
To remebering that everything is okay.
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