Alone


Alternating Weekends.

My time spent.

Without kids.

Alone, silent, healing.

I do what is needed to be done.

Sleep.

Rest.

Cry.

Be.

I am so grateful for what I have.

So lucky to have intense love and time spent with them.

And then quiet solitude to heal and mend.

I never had quiet.

My life was loud and filled with the ta-da of it all.

Thinking back to that old world makes me breathless and dizzy.

I need quiet.

To listen.

I need quiet.

To hear the silence.

And to hear the silence.

I need quiet.

To find me.

What I want.

What I need.

Who I am.

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