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Awake

A poem about motherhood by MGE 2-8-25

By Emily DickersonPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
Awake
Photo by Kseniya Safronova on Unsplash

I don’t want to be awake again

I’m tired

Tired of going to bed so late

Eleven-thirty

Tired of waking up so early

One-thirty

Feeding so slowly

Two to three

Waking up again

Five-thirty

Diaper. Bottle. Diaper.

Breastfeed. Diaper. Bottle.

Burp him. Swaddle. Settle.

Binky. Binky. Binky.

Rat race

Clockwork

Work, clock

What time is it?

Sleep is gone in a blink again

I’ve only got enough brain power for midnight snacks

Mild panic attacks

Destruction of body

Lack of mind

Loss of soul

Where am I?

Who am I?

What am I?

Cry out to the divine

What a blessing

My baby boy

My little love

But these long nights make me miss those long nights

Of sleep.

Free Versesad poetryStream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Emily Dickerson

Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3

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