Eyes open

Counting the hours

Hot flash

Mental whiplash

Grating nerves

My heart is going to pop.

 

(When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)

 

Was it because their father left me?

Or because he tried to die?

Is it because the kids are so young?

Or because I still have to cry?

Is it the virus, the silence, the civil unrest?

Or is it because the milk just recently dried up in my chest?

There is no way to reason it away,

The paralysis and panic are here to stay.

 

(When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)

 

Meditation and edibles went from one to four,

No sleep, no calm, I was still at war.

Beta Blockers, Xanax, bad TV

Kaiser Permanente gave me the key.

Now, my body can finally rest,

And nightmares become my new, revisiting pest.

 

(When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)

 

 

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