Written after several months at home
For decades I’ve run from
this raging mind, whose
intensity had the propensity
to erupt and destroy.
I fell in love and weathered
birthing, mothering, teaching,
trying, training, attaining, whilst
battling my long-suffering body.
Confined with my mind,
now there’s nowhere to hide.
Uncertainty cannot be boxed
or resolved, so I sit with the
thunder, wait for the calm, and
finally breathe in time.
Silverstreaks 