No One There To Care
I hug my blankie for comfort
It helps me feel safe and secure
As I lay in bed I see my silhouette
The side of my head up against the wall
It reminds me of a small child
Early in the morning yet still dark in the night
I feel that someone should check up on me
I feel small helpless a little scared
Someone should make sure I’m ok
Maybe make sure my feet are tucked in
But no one will be doing that
No one there to care
I’m all alone in this house of mine
I grab my blankie tighter while the tears roll
(I had a real bad early morning…Yuck…when will this get easier!!)
Can I Be Amazing After 50? 
ugh. SO been there….especially when my son is with his dad. This big house is so empty and lonely. If I were to fall in hit my head it would be days before anyone noticed. No one checks on me. They are used to me withdrawing into my dark hole for days and weeks at at time.
It will get easier. It has too!! Hang in there!
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Thank you….I’m usually not this weak…I call these nights my Edgar Allan Poe nights…reminds me of the Raven…Dark…eerie…lonely…That was last night, or early this morning…eeek…was very sad, but what do I do…ah ha…write it out of my system!!! My misery makes great writing…whatever I try to see it in a positive note…come on strength!!
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You used your pen as sword to get all that “raven…dark…eerie” out of you! That is AWESOME! Your poem was hauntingly poignant. I hate when I have dark mornings like that! I hope that your day gets brighter.
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I came to work and there was flowers on my desk for Secretaries Day! My day is brighter already!!
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Awww…now that’s sweet!! I’m so glad…nothing brightens a woman’s day like a surprise of flowers!!
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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