Thoughts From Inside

 There are a lot of dishes to wash

A lot of dishes to put away

That's what runs through my head

And the sun is illuminating the new grass growing

Violets are blooming

And so are the children

But the dishes are this looming chasm

That never end

But don't magically disappear

You know?

And my clothes are threadbare

They are comfort

Like my mother always wore

And I said I wouldn't do this

But here I am.

I want to wear flowers

And feel alive

It's already time to make lunch

How will I ever get outside into the sunshine

Whole days go past

Weeks

And I am still inside

It's felt like years

The inside work

Grinding away

Creativity and energy

And

Some. Things. Must. Change