All days merge into nights , nights spill into mornings as sheer exhaustion
Anxieties peak as the wail of the baby merges into your fears ,
Fears swirl all night long, worries becomes more of flashes,
Googling of those worries just leaps as kindle and fuel,
Sleeping or awake , not cares , but to dance with joy and smile -to all,
Family and friends to perform to , when all you need is comfort,
Some understanding , some care , even when you are snapping and sliding ,
But...Here you hear a snicker , some one says it's your hormones,
Some one else has a right way to feed the baby,
Yet another opine on how to swaddle correctly,
And another wonders aloud how your moods are not appreciating the wonderful father...
Oh how wonderful- he changed the baby twice , and none sees you - for you, as you ...
Your MD or NP wants you on meds and see you in two weeks!
Dullness becomes you, sometimes you fear you are loosing it,
You hear more , you see more , as thoughts tangled with anger and despair swirl ,
And no one sees it , and you cant say it out aloud... how indeed , indebted to joy , how can you?
Indebted to norms , to womanhood as expectations , how indeed can you say all,
All the dark that swells as it swirls ... if only there was more comfort , more sleep ,
Less guilt , less blames , less judges and more comfort, more real supports...
I would love some one to hold my hand and hear me truly, see that I do feel within...
To be truly present, more than with just words or judging looks ...oh , if only...
Poem by Pc-3 (08/20/2026)
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