quiet

I've had a shitty week. I've lost something which kept me grounded, and I thought it would be hard, i thought it would be impossible, and yet, again this year, I'm standing, ready to fight. I wish I had the life everyone else has, simple, alive. Instead I had the Poe life, always gasping for the next breath, reckless, insane, wonderful. And then I remember this flood, this fire, this madness has made me. And my chest has been broken, more times I would admit to, and my brain has been burned, and my body bruised and yet I stand in the garden, a new born, in love, alone. And I dream of my child, and he will be born of me.Such madness from a woman like me. And I walk and it is quiet, for once...