It makes me crazy
achy joints and a crooked back
I'm in that pissy time of the month... Yea, you heard me. I'm using that excuse. At least that's what I'm hoping it is. Otherwise I've got whiny kids, I'm fat, and I have a grouch for a husband. Makes PMS seem like a pleasant possibility.
I know, I know... wasn't I the one gushing on about "going with the flow" and celebrating this gift of womanhood? Yes I was. Point taken. Time for me to move inward and find that balance again.
Hanging your head
off the side of the bed,
light fixtures look like spinning tops
The room is clear, free of the clutter
I put down a mat in the slats of light from the street
Blood to the head
I can no longer think
And only just feel the lightness of body
Within 5 breaths
it's crumbled to dust
and I've only that space in the air.