Still standing

Thank you, Love

He takes care of the dishes and laundry,

pays the bills and vacuums the floor;

and while I'm still working, grabs the kids when he's done,

and takes them to the grocery store.

He does yard work with the kids on the weekends,

or takes them out to the park —

he takes care of all things I cannot do,

because my body likes quiet and dark.

I participate in our morning routine when I'm able:

two kids, two adults, it's fair.

I also own bath-time and bedtime, of course;

any time it's quiet Mumma's there.

The world around me is moving at 2x,

I can barely moving at all.

How many moments have I missed because my world

has become so terribly small?

I feel lonely in my little sphere, quiet and dark,

because I have no space in my mind

to converse coherently about anything else

except how I'm feeling inside.

I don't want pity, or empathy, or comfort.

I just want someone to pretend,

while sitting in my small, quiet, dark sphere,

that I'm just another, normal friend.

Flare - verse