Don't spill your hope

my head feels like a hostage
pulsing with pain
my words are tortured
my thoughts are tied up

each drawer that opens and closes
is thunder and storm
every hint of light is a flashlight
burning into my eyes

life is on hold
motherhood suffers the most
waking up free
with no pain
is a luxury and a blessing
something to celebrate
something to look forward to..

hey, strong head
don't give in
don't spill your hope
don't give up responsibility
rise and smile

play it down
this game is old
this process is overdone
no matter how many years
no matter how many times
turn it around
the pain is your hostage
seize it, question it, know it
and then free it
breathe..