Inner Voice

The complexities of womanhood.

Photo by Angelos Michalopoulos on Unsplash

I use to get high off
The scents of past lovers but
I’ve lost touch with my wild

Now I clean the dishes and
Scrub the floors till
It’s time to bake the chicken

I brush the dog and
Lose my temper over nothing
Wondering, what’s the point?

I sit and stare at the
Polluted skyline, thinking
What have I been doing here?

Then, the knowing washes over
I am everything all at once
Wild, domestic, dirty, clean

Hush child, the inner voice coos
The sound is foreign, yet welcome
I feel alright for the first time