Burrowing

Dave banished me from the house today.

‘Take the day to just be’, he said, ‘and don’t even think about coming back before 4:30pm. I’ve got this!’

I was equal parts terrified and excited as I set out, after attending a meeting in the morning. It felt a little foreign to consider what I want to do with time that doesn’t revolve around others’ needs. At Savers I had to continually redirect myself from the kid-related aisles, being drawn there as if by magnet. But it feels good and right to do this. There have been signs that it is an important thing to do – a number of explosively difficult days with the kids in the past few weeks, leading to realisations that I’m just not the type of person that I want to be right now. This motherhood gig is incredibly tough sometimes (a lot of the time) and if I don’t do my ‘work’, the whole family suffers.

So I’m sitting in a cafe typing away, a nagging feeling as if there is ‘something’ I should be doing… but choosing to trust that Dave has it all under control.

 

//The soul is in the voice, I heard

and wondered what it meant

when I chose to swallow words

or harness them to vent.

 

The layers that I place upon

what I really think and feel

are oft’ made of corrosive stuff

and yet I try to steel

 

myself against the pain

or internalise the wound

for if I cannot see it 

maybe it will prove

 

that on the surface I am really fine

and very good at coping

but if the words were allowed to come

they’d show evidence of doping

 

my feelings, taming the flame

pushing down desires

to better contain

the needs and cries

 

of motherhood, of always being there

for everyone else 

but struggling to take the time to 

ask what should be felt 

 

for me.// 

 

This post is inspired by the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘speak’. 

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