Where'd you go?

There
or here
I stand alone
abandoned by close
friends
or friends I thought
were close
at least I have
family
my lover, so close
skeptical minds
running together in
streams of people
heading in the opposite direction
and all we do is try
to explain how to
understand
complexity of life
that most consider
unexplainable
can actually
truly completely
be explained
I don't want to
not be friends with
you
maybe
if you thought about it too
and did the
THOROUGH
research
you would see
all those things
that are clear to me
but not just I
it's science and
medicine and things
you have so much distrust
in
why?
why do you believe
what you believe
is it because your parents
taught you
is life to scary without
the imaginary
to calm
our soul
our brains
have you ever thought
that maybe you might be
wrong
i have, i am
a lot
i know i'm not always right
and would rather not let my
assumptions
choose my path
and decide my fate
wouldn't you rather know
the facts
and truth of what you're
Chosing for belief?
that's why i share
in hope
or with hope
that you might care
to know more
to learn more
and care to learn how to
teach yourself to
know the differences between
fact and fiction
and understand
just how
deceiving our brains can
be
and how those who market
to you are knowingly
taking your money
being unkind
with a mask of
nice words, feelings and
making you feel happy
inside...it feels good
doesn't it
This is just me
Not a rocket scientist
or surgeon
pharmacist
marketer
but i've read
i've listened
learned and am developing
my skills
in search of facts
beyond the scope
of random online posts
of bloggers and website owners
who put down pharmaceuticals
and then hypcritically'
sell shit on line
It's just me
trusting in science
skepticism
feminism
and
i think for myself

will this ever really happen?

Time passes on as i
sit here alone each day
waiting for that perfect person
somebody else
must be perfect for
here

Not us, just you
we are not meant to be here in this place
with these people
who frown upon our thoughts
and beliefs in this world

who are you
you perfect person just waiting
for your financier to say
it's okay
here's your cash
your dough and stash to take
and buy that place you'll love

funny little house
for it sits alone on a street
the only one of it's kind
silent and cute and special in
it's own special sort of ways

could it be that only we could like this place
small and sweet with a backyard retreat

I hear cackles bursting through my
windows
it breaks my thought and concentration to
hear it just one more time
my hair cringes and
i want to be rid of the people
who make this so hard
living here so incredibly difficult

wind whips around the house today
no cars or people have come to listen
to the blustery
sounds
among the trees of our street
or hear the sweet sound of rivers on my radio
nor have they come to view the flowers in
our garden...

i miss you...

Strange it's been
with you so far
and apart from our lives
unwanting or unwilling
or unsomething
us away

seemingly like you
aren't interested in having
connections with
your kids or your kids kids'

there was a time only fifteen
years or less ago when we
talked for hours
spent time at breakfast
discussing life, the whys
and whats and things
that interested us

but soon I
lost you
lost the closeness
and love you used to share
i used to feel like you wanted
me there
a girl, your girl of whom
you cared for
but not anymore

talking is basic
and simply unchallenged
conversations of daily
life musings of the norm
hows the weather
whats
fucking
new
this month
aaaaaaaa


what did i do
to lose you
your love, your caring for me
did i disrespect you
not care enough for you
cause you too much grief
grow up too much
to be close to me

i'm sad
this makes me sad but
not only for me
for mostly i feel
my children will never know

know him, his
true identity
love and caring
hugs and tears of
joy
intelligence and sensible
behaviours
like i know about mine

i know my grandpa
was kind and lovable
huggable and hugely
stomach-ed
always cared and read a lot
he was quiet but loving
and usually around

i'm not sure the grandbabies
will know you
the way i knew him
or maybe more sad that they will not
know you better than that

i know we live farther away
to make it easy
but what else do you have to do
what else do you have in your
life that is more important
than family...
there are many days i'd like to spend with you again

my heart aches some days
for the man i know when i was smaller
playing ball
talking plays and players
and people and life
spending time with you
i remember fondly days filled with care
and fun and laughs

breakfasts at the round table
watching Star Trek
together
because it was
always fun to connect with you
i tear up knowing your path
in life is with us at a
far distance like those
of neighbours

like paintings hung on a
wall might we be talked
about

maybe i'm wrong and your
love is strong but
tightly stored away
for something unknown
or only reserved for
people other than
me or him or her

i miss you

this addiction is okay!..?

how can anything be so strong
this pull
or need and desire
drawing all my senses
addiction it could be
laughingly we (doulas) all joke
about this obsession that
takes hold of our being

something we cannot live without
but draws so much from us
i yearn for another
to attend
be present in
watching life created
gives me energy and love
and its sucking me in

oh how i long for the satisfaction
it brings to others to have me there
to help birth mothers and view mothers births

passion versus addiction
loving that feeling
knowing my strength is
helping mothers find their strength

wishing i will find another mother soon

There is joy in the SHIT we're in...

There's no doubt, and most mommy-daddy websites will tell us about the crap
we have to deal with as we say goodbye to our past selves and hello to child-rearing
and working our asses off to have a mediocre living with our kids.  But, even though in
over hearing the musings of the childless behind a cubicle "wall ", I honestly feel while we
work hard, struggle financially and probably won't travel around the world, there are many
bits of joy in this Shit.

There is joy in the SHIT we're in...

I'm bloody goddamn tired
and you walk into our room
stand in front of me with your blue
eyes and insist on waking
the dead

I see you smile
I cringe and feel surges of anger
thump through my body
but that smile
radiating such joy
beyond words
challenges the aching
i feel
again, i rise
before daylight
has struck.

rushing at the break of
dawn to prepare lunches
and snacks
clothes for extra wear
because we know you will
"accidentally" soil that pair

pushing us to the brink
after multiple upon
multiple askings to put shoes
on and prepare to leave
anger takes hold
but then
you
look at me and say
please Mommy, just sit and read a book
with me
time melts away
ceasing to exist
I sit and enjoy a moment
of life
where sponges are obvious
obviously soaking in their surroundings
and so too, will i

together, your dad and I
watching you struggle
from high slides
to learning to combine letters
making sounds
forming words
being privy to your successes
is worth more than
people pay for gold

years have passed
six so far and I have
lived in a fog that holds tight
my days and nights
although i dream of days
where i can do as i please
again
i hold strong to the fog
because these are the best
years of innocence
feelings and amazement's
facial expressions
i hope to never
forget
these are times
and as hard (and fuck they're hard)
as they are
these are the times where the
intensity of the sleepless nights
hanging precariously on the cliff
of exhaustion
meets the peak of joy

in this SHIT, there is joy
so deep it
propels us to continue
embracing us

any day, i would take this SHIT for the joy it brings

raising my emotions

{Hugs to you}


Taking a deep breath is
so hard to do
when my mind is all
wrapped up in
musings that are
impossible to
control


I need to let go
for those
thoughts to
lose
their momentum
of frustration


if for a moment to
let myself
cry
because i can
and I'm a woman
who needs to
have that
release
to move forward


I carry a heavy burden
to which my emotions
tell me so
not being able to control
this thing
this
something heavy
heavy and
incredibly
difficult


how can i let go
and lose control
the way i
think
i
need to be?


Deep breaths i
take to drown
my lungs with patience
scarce as it
seems it is
within me
i have it
to be patient and
deal softly with
the elements of life
i find so challenging


breath
and time will
be
my light at the
end of this trying
tunnel


deep
sighs of
relief
please take me
away from this place

waiting on Thursday

becoming so entrenched in this
i am so tired i can't see
can't see the pain you feel

i know i should
knowing you would
would try to be as caring as
you could
i can't
feeling stuck and pulled down into
the water
wanting to drown
its hurting to stay above
almost every moment hurts to
continue and know
tomorrow will be the same as today
until Thursday

what the hell does this say about
me
what kind of person would i be
i care, i love, i really do
i know that you can't do anything
but be, right now in this place
where you'd rather be anywhere
else

i remind myself, knowingly of all
the reasons
it still doesn't stop this hardness
feeling so helpless
with so much that needs to be done
and nothing we can do
but wait for Thursday and hope
things get better soon

i love you so much
I'm so sorry i feel this way
and want to take it away but
I'm tired
and i can't
i must feel to move on
with tomorrow
and try desperately to
embrace the new day