Heavy is life, according to me

A sister, partner mother and daughter.

These are the roles we play.

Bound by duty and connected by affection and blood.

The essence of thy self becoming strained with each mask we wear.

A rare moment of still weather where the ocean of us is quiet and calm. That allows the shine of being, to brighten.

These fleeting breaths of clarity quickly dimmed by chaos once again. But in the mayhem we find comfort in distraction. Distraction from loneliness and the over-bearing pressure of simply being.

Constantly comparing and critiquing those around us so the world scrutinises them and not you.

And then time creeps up upon us. Those tied to us becoming grown or lost. Each moment with them linger and each expression or touch memorised.

The scent of each reminisce bottled for rainy day as time alone becomes no longer a solace but a burden.