Hey readers,

This poem is about mummy prison, relentlessness, change and deals by with sick kid and it never stops but sometimes I just want a break before I scream if I have to watch another octonauts. Some days as parenting goes is shit, it is not beautiful and sometimes it is OK to cry as a parent. The struggle is really and constantly battling the way though all this greyness.

Sometimes my soul is dead,

All it wants is something,

I aching to be entertained,

Instead it’s you walls I see again,

Day in  day out,

I’m crying to get out.

I feel part of me is lost,

I need to get out,

Before I break into tiny pieces.

Is this meant to be like this,

Because no one tells you nothing,

It is so painful it is devastating,

Sometimes I just need to escape,

Before the walls cave in on me,

All you hear us me shout,

I want to get out.
Cheers for reading X

Prose for Thought

6 thoughts on “Prison 

  1. This is so powerful and something I think many of us will be able to relate to – especially when you’re stuck indoors for a period of time. I know I feel like the walls are closing in on me if I can’t get outside for a while. Hope your little one is better soon and that you can get outside and feel better as well x

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