Kid screaming for her toy;
I’m lost someplace else,
not entirely sure where -
some dark itchy corner,
surely not where I need to be.
Picking at the zit,
struggling to escape the act.
The screaming gets louder,
I resist the urge to scream back.
I’m not getting any best mom’s award today -
there’s no debate.
Husband’s here - ‘what’s with you today?’
Fire rolls in my throat, from my eyes too
I swallow them before they break free.
He sees the signs, all too familiar —
the red dragon days!
He treads with caution,
not to wake the sleeping dragon,
brings me a cup of coffee, extra strong;
calms the kid and keeps away.
I drag myself out of bed — move about,
do some chores, shake the lethargy off.
Cook something, not to impress.
Books on the floor, papers strewn around -
This isn’t the day for me to react.
‘Cos the fire dragons are here
to burn the house down.
I’ll watch them dragons,
I’ll make peace with them.
A tree, today, I’d rather be -
Breathe in, breathe out...
Watch the chaos inside and out.
Stay grounded and weather it out.
I’m not myself today, and that’s okay —
I’ll do my best, and let the rest be.