where am I
What has become of the days when time dripped from my sticky mango fingers,When books seemed like a luxuryand the world an open stage?How do you find yourselfbetween the tears of a baby,the demands of a job,the glances of a partner?Where do you start?With silance on a walk,A swim, a to do list?Do you look to role models?Those that find the time to do so much and balance it all,Those that cook, have the garden, the part time job, the project on the side,the home they love.Mabye that's where I should start.Maybe it's here, within this site that I am starting to remember that my blood flows throughout,that my breath expands, that my brain can rest, that I am myself - with needs, and dreams, and desires to act on.It is true, I love my child, my partner, my joband hate the pattern we're in. With time, I find peace,myself.Where I am.
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