Say When...
A poem by a stressed & depressed single mama.
Say When… 09-07-23
I’m so sick of being stressed and depressed.
I’m so tired of being sick and tired.
I don’t want to be rich or famous.
I don’t want attention, or even be admired.
I don’t need a big house, or designer clothes.
Those things don’t matter to me.
I’m not high maintenance and it surely shows.
My few, but close friends would both agree.
I just want to be happy, every day, with what I have.
But I want enough to go around.
Happy thoughts and times to love and laugh,
And not let anything bring me down.
I try to be a good person and help where I can.
I’m trying to raise good humans alone,
Trying to teach them when to sit or stand
And shield them from the pain I’ve known.
Most times I feel I’m failing them.
They deserve so much more from me.
I need help getting out of this hole I’m in,
So, I can be the person I’m supposed to be.
I’ve never been in this situation before.
I will never get married again; I swear.
He left me so broken and poor,
But I refuse to accept this despair.
I am getting up and ready to fight,
I will no longer stay on my knees.
I’ll always continue doing what’s right,
But I’m changing who I aim to please.
My boys and my happiness are now my muse.
The way it should have always been.
If hate or hurt come knocking, I refuse,
To let there be room for them to come in.
I will be happy again.
Nothing will stand in my way.
It’s up to me to say when,
And that is starting today!
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