Going through the motions
Up and Shower and Dress
Putting on my make up
Yet Inside I feel unrest
I sip my tea In a forgotten mug
I smile, I laugh at people’s jokes
They cannot see behind the smile
tears that threaten me to choke
Headache hammers eyes ablur
A fog appears thick like Vaseline
Information overloaded
I’m screaming at a glaring screen
I respond, I call, I talk and nod
I can’t remember what we’ve said
I walk around like in a dream
I wake each morning feeling dread
Going through the motions
Things that I used to do
Life has shifted, tilted, jolted
I’m seeing things as if they’re new
Just wanted to say you’re not alone! Big hugs xx
This is beautifully written but on the subject matter i am sending you massive massive hugs xxxx
Oh Emily. Firstly, it’s great to see you.. I am guessing this is to do with being back at work – and if it is then I have every single sympathy in the world. I hope whatever it is though, is worked out for the best. Thinking of you. Thanks for linking to Prose for Thought x
Thank you, good to be back. I’m fine thanks, just hard sometimes to get up and go to work! X
Oof. I don’t know the circumstances, but can certainly identify with the sentiment. Sometimes all we can do is tread water. It’s often part of a bigger process, though, and a necessary evil when looked back on with the benefit of hindsight. I hope you reach that place soon 🙂 #Prose4T
I remember when I first went back to work after my son and felt like a lost fish out of water. There I was in my old role – but I was an utterly different person with an utterly different set of priorities. I hope it gets easier with time. This is a beautiful poem and I especially love the last 2 lines x
That comment was me – Helen – by the way. Logged into wrong wordpress account! x
Thank you! Xx