It owns me

Directing my thoughts and

channelling my steps

Feet glued to a track

that glides unseen


The shape of obligation

of molding myself 

holding myself up to a

glinting standard

of motherhood



Its the voice

that bites, condemns

that offers snarky words

of critique

The flashing scoreboard

floating above


the unguarded moments.

The roots run deep

tangling, twisting 

through memories

experiences of childhood

Every now and then 

I catch a tendril

stubborn and writhing

unearthing it

upending it

removing the power of 


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 ‘should’. 

You may also like


  1. Oh I love your words so much! Oh, if I only pulled at those roots harder. I hide behind excuses of this is just too hard, instead of asking God for help and grace. I hope you have a lovely weekend!

    1. I’m sure it is never too late….but it can be so hard at times, can’t it? Hope you have a lovely weekend too!

  2. What earthy imagery, and yet even glaring at times. You’ve deftly nailed down exactly what should feels like in my gut. And beautifully done as well. ~ your FMF neighbor.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *